Joyce Harwood: Well, don't you even say 'Good night'?

Johnny Morrison: It's good-bye, and it's tough to say good-bye.

Joyce Harwood: Why is it? You've never seen me before tonight.

Johnny Morrison: Every guy's seen you before somewhere. The trick is to find you.

Leo: Just don't get too complicated, Eddie. When a man gets too complicated, he's unhappy. And when he's unhappy, his luck runs out.

Johnny Morrison: [after being picked up] You gotta have more sense than to take chances with strangers like this.

Joyce Harwood: It's funny but practically all the people were strangers when I met them. I'm going to Malibu. Is that any use to you?

Johnny Morrison: What's in Malibu?

Joyce Harwood: Houses, people. I have some friends there.

Man recommending a motel: [walking into the cheap motel] Clean sheets every day they tell me.

Johnny Morrison: How often do they change the fleas?

Eddie Harwood: Am I under suspicion?

Captain Hendrickson: I don't know. How do you feel about it?

Johnny Morrison: [to the partygoers] Seems I've lost my manners or would anyone here know the difference?

The 'wolf' at bar: Hey, you, that's my seat!

Buzz Wanchek: [with contempt] Go pick yourself an orchid!

Joyce Harwood: [sitting with Johnny in a convertible in the hills overlooking Los Angeles] It takes a lot of lights to make a city, doesn't it?

Helen Morrison: I take all the drinks I like, any time, any place. I go where I want to with anybody I want. I just happen to be that kind of a girl.

Johnny Morrison: [discovering his wife in close proximity to Harwood] You've got the wrong lipstick on, Mister.

Joyce Harwood: [Joyce offers Johnny a lift in the rain] Get in.

[Johnny hesitates]

Joyce Harwood: Well, you could get wetter if you lie down in the gutter.

Buzz Wanchek: [sitting down at the bar with two friends] Bourbon straight with a bourbon chaser.

Johnny Morrison: Same.

George Copeland: Two separate glasses. Get it?

Bartender at Gus': Why wouldn't I get it?

'Dad' Newell: [examining Helen's body] Been dead for hours.

Mr. Hughes, assistant hotel manager: Suicide?

'Dad' Newell: Could be.

Mr. Hughes, assistant hotel manager: Better be!

'Dad' Newell: Unh-unh! Too much gun!

Johnny Morrison: I'm sorry, but nothing seems funny to me tonight. It all blows up in your face sometimes.

Joyce Harwood: What does?

Johnny Morrison: Whatever you're doing, whereever you're going.

Corelli, motel operator: You still want that room?

Johnny Morrison: [sarcastically] You sure nobody's dead in it?

Corelli, motel operator: [leading him to the room] Right back this way. You live in San Francisco?

Johnny Morrison: [laconically] Yeah, when I'm there.

Eddie Harwood: Drink?

'Dad' Newell: Don't mind if I do but easy on the water.

'Dad' Newell: Well, I guess I better be goin', Mr. Harwood.

Eddie Harwood: Wait a minute - you forgot your cigar.

'Dad' Newell: Oh.

Eddie Harwood: I think it's out.

Eddie Harwood: [he lights it] Cigars go out awful easy, don't they, Dad?

Eddie Harwood: [he blows out his lighter for emphasis] Good night.

'Dad' Newell: Let me see. I seem to have misplaced your name for he moment.

Buzz Wanchek: Where were you keepin' it?

Eddie Harwood: I know I've got lots of faults, but being in love with you isn't one of them, is it?

Eddie Harwood: Half the cops in L.A. are looking for you.

Johnny Morrison: Only half?