Stage Fright (1950)
Charlotte Inwood: He was an abominable man. Why do women marry abominable men?
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!
Mrs. Gill: [Det. Insp. Smith plays the piano] Oh, it's just like Sherlock Holmes and his fiddle. A stream of beautiful sound and then suddenly out pops the solution.
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.