Det. Frank Webber: Well, we finished earlier tonight than I expected.
Alice White: You and your Scotland Yard. If it weren't for Edgar Wallace, nobody'd ever heard of it.
Tracy: Detectives in glass houses shouldn't wave clues.
Det. Frank Webber: You haven't seen "Finger Prints." I'd like to see that. Uh, still, it's about Scotland Yard. Might be amusing. They're bound to get all the details wrong.
Alice White: I don't see why. I did hear they got a real criminal to direct it, so as to be on the safe side.
Policeman: Did she tell you who did it?
Det. Frank Webber: Yes.
Policeman: You want to look out. She'll be losing your job, my boy. I say, I suppose we should soon have lady detectives up at the Yard, eh? And I should be all right out the door, won't I?
Gossiping Neighbour: A good clean honest whack over the 'ead with a brick is one thing. There's something British about that. But knives? Nope. Knives is not right. I must say, that is what I think and that is what I feel. Whatever the provocation, I could never use a knife. Now, mind you, a knife is a difficult thing to handle. I mean any knife... a knife... a knife... a knife...
The Artist: Have you ever seen an artist studio?
Alice White: No. I'd love to.
The Artist: Come up and see mine.
Alice White: Oh, I can't now. Another time.
The Artist: Why not now?
Alice White: Well, its so late.
The Artist: Are you frightened?
Alice White: No. Of course not.
The Artist: Then why not now?
Alice White: No, really. Thanks, awfully. I must be getting home.
The Artist: You are frightened.
Alice White: I'm certainly not. It will take more than a man to frighten me.
Alice White: I always think a girl knows instinctively when she can trust a man.
The Artist: That chap's nothing but a sponger! Always pestering people up and down the street.
The Artist: [singing] Drink a cocktail or two, Why this alarm, For there's really no harm, In the beautiful things that you do, You've a heart of gold, So let them nag and scold, You're absolutely great, Miss Up-To-Date.
Mr. White: What's wrong, Alice? You're not a very cheerful this morning?
Gossiping Neighbour: You do look a bit peaky, I must say.
Gossiping Neighbour: Well, I must be going. I can't stand here gossiping all day like some people. Chatter, chatter, chatter! Give 'em a chance to talk about other people's business and I'll take it.
Mr. White: Hello, Frank. I say, have you heard about our murder?
Det. Frank Webber: Yes. They put me on it.
Mr. White: Have they! That's good, isn't it? Well, I hope you get 'em, Frank.
Mrs. White: If they do, that'll mean a promotion, won't it?
Gossiping Neighbour: Do you reckon you'll get 'em soon?
Det. Frank Webber: Well, I-I don't know.
Tracy: If you're not using the phone, may I? I - I want to get on to Scotland Yard.
Tracy: I want the best cigar in the shop.
Mr. White: Certainly, sir! Perhaps you'd like the telephone while I get it down?
Tracy: No, thanks. That can wait.
Mr. White: Very well, sir. What sort of a cigar would you like, sir? I've got - I've got Henry Clay or a Corona Corona?
Mr. White: Certainly, sir.
Tracy: [Looking inside an open box of Corona Corona cigars] Well, they look good.
Mr. White: They ought to. I've had 'em for years.
Tracy: Perhaps its rather fortunate that your little secret only came into the hands of a man like me. Do you know, there are some men who would make money out of a thing like that? What a chance for blackmail. Oh, oh, that's awful. I couldn't do a thing like that.
Tracy: Look here, Frank, why can't we both of us chuck the whole thing now? I've got nothing against you. You've got nothing against me. Except, of course, I had some cash from you, but, well, I wasn't serious!
Tracy: Well, can't you see that she wants to chuck it up too? And so do I, now.