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: Before I started to go to work at Paul's, I used to think that actors made up their own lines. Dixon Steele
: When they get to be big stars, they usually do.
: Nobody can call me the things he did. Laurel Gray
: A blind, knuckle-headed squirrel. That's REAL bad.
: There's no sacrifice too great for a chance at immortality. Waiter
: [rolls his eyes
] Yes sir.
: I was born when she kissed me. I died when she left me. I lived a few weeks while she loved me.
: Remember how I used to read to you? Dixon Steele
: Uh huh. Since then, I've learned to read by myself.
: Go ahead and get some sleep and we'll have dinner together tonight. Laurel Gray
: We'll have dinner tonight. But not together.
: It was his story against mine, but of course, I told my story better.
Actress in Convertible
: Dix Steele ! How are you? Don't you remember me? Dixon Steele
: Sorry, can't say that I do. Actress in Convertible
: You wrote the last picture I did... at Columbia Dixon Steele
: Oh, I make it a point to never see pictures I write.
[referring to the book Dixon is supposed to adapt into a screenplay
] Mildred Atkinson
: Oh I think it'll make a dreamy picture, Mr. Steele. What I call an epic. Dixon Steele
: And what do you call an epic? Mildred Atkinson
: Well, you know - a picture that's REAL long and has lots of things going on.
: Why didn't you call for a cab? Isn't that what a gentleman usually does under the circumstances? Dixon Steele
: Oh I didn't say I was a gentleman. I said I was tired.
: It must be WONDERFUL to be a writer! Dixon Steele
] Oh, thrilling!
: [Dixon has replied with sarcasm to Lochner's questions
] You're told that the girl you were with last night was found in Benedict Canyon, murdered. Dumped from a moving car. What's your reaction? Shock? Horror? Sympathy? No - just petulance at being questioned. A couple of feeble jokes. You puzzle me, Mr. Steele. Dixon Steele
: Well, I grant you, the jokes could've been better, but I don't see why the rest should worry you - that is, unless you plan to arrest me on lack of emotion.
: [noting the geography of their apartments
] You know, Ms. Gray, you're one up on me - you can see into my apartment but I can't see into yours. Laurel Gray
: I promise you, I won't take advantage of it. Dixon Steele
] I would, if it were the other way around.
: You know, I got married. Dixon Steele
: Why? Brub Nicolai
: Oh, I don't know. I guess she had a couple of bucks to spare.
: [to Laurel
] I've been looking for someone a long time... I didn't know her name or where she lived - I'd never seen her before. A girl was killed, and because of that, I found what I was looking for. Now I know your name, where you live, and how you look.
: [on a scene in Dix's script
] I love the love scene - it's very good. Dixon Steele
: Well that's because they're not always telling each other how much in love they are. A good love scene should be about something else besides love. For instance, this one. Me fixing grapefruit. You sitting over there, dopey, half-asleep. Anyone looking at us could tell we're in love.
: Anything you want to make you happy? Laurel Gray
: [whispers into his ear
] I wouldn't want anyone but you.
: You know, you're out of your mind - how can anyone like a face like this? Look at it...
[leans in for a kiss
] Laurel Gray
: I said I liked it - I didn't say I wanted to kiss it.
: You annoy me! Laurel Gray
: If I do, it isn't intentional.
: Oh, I love a picnic. Acres and acres of sand and all of it in your food. Laurel Gray
: Stop griping. Just lie still and inhale. Dixon Steele
: What, sand? Laurel Gray
: No, air - and don't let it go to your head.
: You know, when you first walked into the police station, I said to myself, "There she is - the one that's different. She's not coy or cute or corny. She's a good guy - I'm glad she's on my side. She speaks her mind and she knows what she wants." Laurel Gray
: Thank you, sir. But let me add: I also know what I don't want - and I don't want to be rushed.
: A man wants to apologize to you...
: Do you look down on all women or just the ones you know? Dixon Steele
: I was pretty nice to you. Frances Randolph
: No, not to me. But you were pretty nice.
: What's the matter, don't you like to talk anymore? Dixon Steele
: Not the people who have my number.
: [Entering kitchen as Dix is sectioning a grapefruit
] What happened to the grapefruit knife? Dixon Steele
: It was crooked and I straightened it. Laurel Gray
: Fool, it's supposed to be curved! Dixon Steele
: What? Wonder what they'll think of next!
: [as Mel enters the house he intoduces him to Laurel
] Oh, come in. Mr. Lippman, my agent.
[He intoduces Laurel to Mel
] Dixon Steele
: Miss Gray, my alibi.
: [to black man hosing down the sidewalk in front of the florist shop
] Say, do me a favor, will you, pal? Flower Shop Employee
: Yes, sir. Dixon Steele
: I want to send two dozen white roses to a girl. Flower Shop Employee
: Yes, sir. Do you want to write a card? Dixon Steele
: No, there's no card. Her name's Mildred Atkinson. Flower Shop Employee
: Mildred Atkinson. Yes, sir. What's her address? Dixon Steele
: I don't know. Look it up in the papers. She was murdered last night. Flower Shop Employee
: Yes, sir.
: It's much easier to get people's names into the papers than to keep them out.
: [after summarizing a novel she's read
] And, you know, there are lots of little plots and things I didn't even tell you about! Dixon Steele
: Thank you.
: [verbally recreating a vehicular strangulation
] You get to a lonely place in the road, and you begin to squeeze...
: [on hearing a voice at the front door
] My friend Charlie, who speaks but poetry and borrows but money.
: Remind me to buy you a new tie.
[in a sarcastic retort to a comment by his agent Mel, in the bar scene
: There's no sacrifice too great for a chance at immortality.
[a non-sequitur said to a confused waiter, in the bar scene
: Yes sir.
[being polite, then rolling his eyes as he walks away