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Narrator: There are eight million stories in the naked city. This has been one of them.

Muldoon: I don't know anything about medicine, doctor, but that's one prescription that never cured anything.

Muldoon: What can you tell me about Mr. Niles' Business?

Perelli: He ain't got a business. It's a dodge. No credit rating. Dropped from his university club for non-payment of dues. Still owes a food and liquor bill of hundred and ten dollars and eighty three cents.

Muldoon: No, the picnic is over, you've told your last lie. You're knee deep in stolen jewlery. You're involved the the Dexter Murder. You've been trying to obstruct justice all along the line. Now you're gonna tell me what I want to know or so help me if it's the last thing I do in this department, I'll get you twenty years. Now that's the truth Sonny Boy, and you know I'm not bluffing. Who's Henderson? Who's Henderson?

Frank Niles: Stoneman! It's Doctor Stoneman.

Willie Garza: Thought you were off the liquor. Liquor is bad. Weakens your character. How can a man like me trust a liar like you? I can't.

Narrator: Another day, another ball of fire rising in the summer sky. The city is quiet now, but it will soon be pounding with activity. This time yesterday, Jean Dexter was just another pretty girl, but now she's the marmalade on 10,000 pieces of toast.

Muldoon: After Niles has been rifling through his valise apparently to check whether a supposed burglar has struck: "He got it didn't they?

Frank Niles: Looking crestfallen: "No, there's nothing missing. I don't have any valuables".

Muldoon: Suspiciously: "What were you looking for so hard just now - your BVD's?"

Muldoon: There's your city, Halloran. Take a good look. Jean Dexter is dead, and the answer must be somewhere down there...

Shop girl: I can't imagine!

Mrs. Batory: Dear God, why wasn't she born ugly?