Stage Fright (1950)
Charlotte Inwood: He was an abominable man. Why do women marry abominable men?
Det. Insp. Wilfred 'Ordinary' Smith: Look here you don't look like an irresponsible imbecile, why behave like one. What do you mean letting your daughter get mixed up in a business like this, what sort of a father do you think you are?
Commodore Gill: Unique. Quite unique.
Eve Gill: I appreciate you, father. You and Captain Kidd are my favorite heroes.
Commodore Gill: My child, I am not deceived. If there's one thing I cannot bear, it's insincerity.
Charlotte Inwood: Oh, darling, don't confide in me. Pour some tea will you?
Eve Gill: I'm afraid the murderer might come here madam. Might get into the dressing room. Might even murder me madam. I'm surprised you're not a bit afraid yourself.
Commodore Gill: I never hope to be appreciated. Yes, your mother cured me of that. That's why I could never be bothered with your mother.
Eve Gill: There's nothing the matter with your reputation!
Commodore Gill: Oh, indeed? I'd rather flattered myself that there was...
Det. Insp. Wilfred 'Ordinary' Smith: Every time I'm beginning to think I know what colour your eyes are - you disappear!
Det. Insp. Wilfred 'Ordinary' Smith: I once had a cousin who had an ulcer and an extremely funny face, both at the same time. Everybody laughed at him when he was telling his symptoms. His name was Jim.
Eve Gill: That must've been terrible!
Det. Insp. Wilfred 'Ordinary' Smith: Oh, I don't know, Jim is quite a common name.
Eve Gill: I played the Fourth deadly sin.
Det. Insp. Wilfred 'Ordinary' Smith: Were you good?
Eve Gill: I was... pretty deadly.
Commodore Gill: More than a friend, eh?
Eve Gill: When I'm with him, I get a feeling in here that... that's sort of...
Commodore Gill: Yes, well, we'll go into the symptoms later. Meanwhile, I take it you're either keen on him, or still hungry.
Charlotte Inwood: Detectives! After all, what are they? Just policemen with smaller feet!
Mrs. Gill: Nonsense! Next you'll be telling me that this Mr. Smith, or whatever his name is, is a real, live detective!
Jonathan Cooper: Eve, I hated to tell you that phony story in your car that time. But there was no other way! Charlotte did go to my flat after I killed her husband. Her dress was stained and so I bought her a clean one. Then, when she went to the theater, I made a big stain on it, to make you believe me. I'm telling you the truth!