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: How's your leg? Jeff
: Hurts a little. Lisa
: Your stomach? Jeff
: Empty as a football. Lisa
: And your love life? Jeff
: Not too active. Lisa
: Anything else bothering you? Jeff
: Uh-huh, who are you?
: Today's a very special day. Jeff
: It's just another run-of-the-mill Wednesday. The calendar's full of 'em.
: When am I going to see you again? Lisa
] Not for a long time...
: at least not until tomorrow night.
: Why would a man leave his apartment three times on a rainy night with a suitcase and come back three times? Lisa
: He likes the way his wife welcomes him home.
: I wish I were creative. Jeff
: You are. You're great at creating difficult situations.
: The last thing Mrs. Thorwald would leave behind would be her wedding ring. Stella, do you ever leave yours at home? Stella
: The only way somebody would get that would be to chop off my - finger. Let's go down to the garden and find out what's buried there. Lisa
: Why not? I always wanted to meet Mrs. Thorwald.
: Those two yellow zinnias at the end, they're shorter now. Now since when do flowers grow shorter over the course of two weeks? Something's buried there. Lisa
: Mrs. Thorwald! Stella
: You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you? Mr. Thorwald could hardly bury his wife in plot of ground about one foot square. Unless he put her in standing on end, in which case he wouldn't need the knives and saw.
: How do you do? Lisa
: We think Thorwald's guilty.
: A woman never goes anywhere but the hospital without packing makeup, clothes, and jewelry.
: What's a logical explanation for a woman taking a trip with no luggage? Jeff
: That she didn't know she was going on a trip and where she was going she wouldn't need any luggage. Lisa
: You can't ignore the wife dissapearing, and the trunk, and the jewelery. Lt. Doyle
: I checked the railroad station. Yesterday at 6:20 am, he bought a ticket. Ten minutes later, he put his wife on a train. Destination: Meritsville. I asure you, the witnesses are that deep. Lisa
: That might have been a woman, but it couldn't have been Mrs. Thorwald. That jewelery... Lt. Doyle
: Look, Miss Fremont, that feminine intuition stuff sells magazines, but in real life it's still a fairy tale. I don't know how many times I chased down leads based on women's intuition.
: Jeff, you know if someone came in here, they wouldn't believe what they'd see? You and me with long faces plunged into despair because we find out a man didn't kill his wife. We're two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever known.
: What's he doing? Cleaning house? Jeff
: He's washing and scrubbing down the bathroom walls. Stella
: Must've splattered a lot.
[both Jeff and Lisa look at Stella with disgust
: Come on, that's what were all thinkin'. He killed her in there, now he has to clean up those stains before he leaves. Lisa
: Stella... your choice of words! Stella
: Nobody ever invented a polite word for a killin' yet.
: Tell me exactly what you saw and what you think it means.
: According to you, people should be born, live, and die in the same place.
: A murderer would never parade his crime in front of an open window.
: I'm not much on rear window ethics.
: Lars Thorwald... is no more a murderer than I am. Jeff
] You mean that you can explain everything strange that has been going on over there, and is still going on? Lt. Doyle
: No, and neither can you. That's a secret private world your looking into out there. People do a lot of things in private they couldn't possibly explain in public. Lisa
: Like killing their wives? Lt. Doyle
: Get that idea out of your head. It will only lead you in the wrong direction.
[describing a dress
: A steal at $1,100. Jeff
: Eleven hundred? They ought to list that dress on the stock exchange.
: She's like a queen bee with her pick of the drones. Lisa
: I'd say she's doing a woman's hardest job: juggling wolves.
: Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that? Jeff
: He gets it from the landlady once a month.
: What do you say we all sit down and have a nice friendly drink too, hmm? Forget all about this. We can tell lies about the good old days during the war. Lisa
: So that's it? You're through with the case? Lt. Doyle
: There is no case to be solved. There never was.
: Oh, Jeff, if you need any more help, consult the yellow pages in your telephone directory. Lisa
: Oh, I love funny exit lines.
: Why would Thorwald want to kill a little dog? Because it knew too much?
: Well, if there's one thing I know, it's how to wear the proper clothes.
: Did Lt. Doyle think I stole this purse? Jeff
: No, Lisa, I don't think he did.
: I've seen bickering and family quarrels and mysterious trips at night, and knives and saws and ropes, and now since last evening, not a sign of the wife. How do you explain that? Lisa
: Maybe she died. Jeff
: Where's the doctor? Where's the undertaker?
: All right, Doyle. I take it that you didn't find the trunk. And all of this is just some speech you made up one night at a policeman's ball! Lt. Doyle
: I found the trunk, a half-an-hour after I left here this morning. It was at Grand Central Station. Lisa
: I suppose it's necessary for a man to tie up a trunk with heavy rope? Lt. Doyle
: If the lock is broken, yes. Jeff
: And what did you find inside the trunk? Surely no tomato paste to me? Lt. Doyle
: Mrs. Thorwald's clothes. Clean, well-packed, not stylish, but presentable. Lisa
: Didn't you take them to the police crime lab to have them examined? Lt. Doyle
: I re-packed them and sent them on their merry and legal way. Jeff
: Why would a woman who is going away for a short trip does she take everything that she owns? Lt. Doyle
: [glares at Lisa
] Let's let the female psychologist answer that. Lisa
: It's looks to me like she is never comming back. Lt. Doyle
: Now, that is known as a private family quarell. Jeff
: All right, but if she was never comming back, why didn't he tell his landlord that? I'll tell you why Thorwald never told his landlord that his wife was never comming back. It's because he was hiding something in the apartment... or he still is. Lt. Doyle
: [stares at Lisa's overnight bag nearby
] Do you tell your landlord everything? Jeff
] Uh... I told you to be careful, Tom.
: Oh I love funny exiting lines.