Bug:
Excuse me if I don’t base my scientific observations
on a movie!
Matt:
It’s not just a movie.
Bug:
Don’t tell me… you read the book too?
Bug:
Dr. Macy, could you tell this…imbecile…that
there’s more to forensic footwork than you can find in a
Hollywood script?
Garret: I live where being drunk isn’t thought of as sin. In fact, it’s a way
of life. I live in Boston…
Garret: I don’t work for favors, Doll. No matter how tempting the package.
Garret: Dames like Janice Chandler remind me of my ex-wife. Warm between the
sheets, hot under the collar and cold as ice beneath the
skin.
Bug:
I’ll see you DEAD before I hand over everything
I’ve worked for!
Garret: Murder has a way of killing a good time.
Waitress: Fry two, let the sun shine, put some mystery in the alley
and add a shingle with a little shimmy on the side!
Garret:
Do I know you?
Woody:: No, but I’m about to become your best friend.
Kate:
Good morning, Casey. You can imagine my surprise when
we woke up this morning to read in the paper that you
murdered a man last night.
Nigel:
Really, Old Man, I’m a little put out that you didn’t
even call to say you were planning an evening at
Banjara. We could have made a party of it. Darling,
do you remember the last time we were there?
Kate:
You had one too many martinis and called another woman
My Treasure.
Nigel: The lights were so bloody low. I saw a deliciously curvy blonde in
the crowd. Happily, you were only kind to remind me of
which beauty I’m married to….
Nigel:
It only hurts when it rains.
Kate:
You were lucky I was in a good mood.
Nigel:
For which I’m eternally thankful.
Garret:
It’s a wonder you two haven’t killed each other yet.
Nigel:
’Tis the main reason I sleep with a gun under my pillow.
Garret:
The last time I owed you two a favor I was babysitting
that dust mop you call a dog for a week.
Kate: Binky misses you. You really should come over for dinner this week.
He’d love to see you again.
Kate:
We go through this every time. You and your
conspiracy theories
Woody: Don’t be fooled. There’s more to her than a gorgeous package.
Garret:
I’ll tell you what I told the police….
Woody: I’d prefer the truth.
Roz: I’ve never been fond of guns, Mr. Wilson. They tend to make a terrible
mess.
Lily: Thumb safety, slide stop, three pound trigger pull with no creep. That
pig of a husband of mine may have lousy taste in
mistresses, but he never forgets my birthday.
Renée:
Do I look like his social secretary?
Bug: (sighs): She could do so much better than him.
Lily:
The sad part was I believed he really loved me. At
least, until she showed up. All she has to do is
smile and men are falling at her feet.
Eddie: Don’t press your luck. I still say there are more loose ends here
than there are in a whorehouse and you’re one of them.
Woody: What, no crocodile tears for me too? Then again, they don’t have the
same effect on me that they used to.
Woody:: I know you’re involved here way up to your sweet little ass. If I
find out you had anything to do with Sellers’ murder, I
will personally lock you up and throw away the key
myself.
Jordan:
You shouldn’t kiss a woman like that while you're
wearing a gun.…. Someone might get hurt.
Woody::
I‘ll remember that next time.
Jordan:
Who says there’ll be a next time?
Garret:
Six years is a long time to work one case.
Woody: It’s become personal.
Garret: It just didn’t take a detective to see he was also a poor sap deep
under the spell of a beautiful doll. If I didn’t envy
him so much… I’d pity him.
Nigel: Any excuse to see you in an evening gown, my sweet.
Kate: Thank you, but I think we’ll pass on the bubbly tonight. Just bring
us a couple of martinis…dry…two olives….no, make it
three. Intrigue makes me hungry.
Kate:
Would you stop gnawing on the woman’s hand?
Nigel: I was just admiring her lovely bracelet, Dearest.
Bug:
Dr Macy, I hate to tell you this, but your theory isn’t
at all feasible.
Nigel: Oh, bloody hell. Not again.
Jordan:
I don’t like being told what to do.
Jordan:
I could’ve killed you once before…but I didn’t.
Woody: Los Angeles, four years ago. I still have the scar. Every time I look
at it I think of you and remember that night at the
inn.
Nigel:
You have to admit she pushed her luck one too many
times.
Garret:
She always does.
Nigel:
That’s why we love her.
Kate: Not all of us are so enamored. It goes without saying that Jordan is
going to kick your ass if she ever sees this…
Garret:
It’s all part of the game of chance we call life in this
wretched world. I, for one, am glad to be part of
it.
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