Mr. Kenneth: Voodoo is an unusual and little understood mixture, Mr. Drake. A mixture of religion, primitive spiritualism, and animistic beliefs and more, much more, of mental therapy, hope, the will to live, release from the grim realities of life.
Paul: Reality? Someone sticks a knife in a rag doll and a curvy blonde doll takes a step into nowhere, some realities.
Mr. Kenneth: Werewolves, magic incantations, snake...
Paul: Snakes, let's not forget snake worship.
Mr. Kenneth: The Law of the Dombolo Waydo, personal possession by voodoo snake God. You know the origin of that God, Mr. Drake?
Mr. Kenneth: The Serpent in the Garden of Eden.
Paul: You're kidding.
Mr. Kenneth: In showbiz patois, Mr. Drake, I kid you not. What's more there's nothing particularly mystical or unreal about your so called "fatal fetish."
Paul: Now let me get this straight, I stick a pin in a doll, you get a stomach ache and there's nothing at all mysterious about it.
Mr. Kenneth: (laughs) Not when you realize it's actually happening.
Paul: Then it's not the pin, the knife, or the doll?
Mr. Kenneth: Hardly. You see that's all purely diversionary. Voodoo black magic, Mr. Drake, is accomplished by means of poison, slow acting poison.