They Call Me Mister Tibbs! (1970)
[talking about Rice Weedon]
Puff: You killed him.
Virgil Tibbs: Look, let's get the record straight. He started that shoot out.
Puff: Well, you bastard, you killed the wrong man he didn't do it!
Joy Sturges: Get away from me! Get away from me! Get the hell away from me! I can't even fake it anymore.
Logan Sharpe: I never pay much attention to jewelry, Virg'.
Virgil Tibbs: You're wearing some.
Logan Sharpe: This was my mother's. You may remember having seen her wear it.
Virgil Tibbs: I don't pay much attention to jewelry either.
Virgil Tibbs: I read somewhere, a famous psychologist once said that, uh, if your kid sees you pat your wife on the fanny and she looks like she likes it, then it gives them a healthy attitude toward sex.
Virgil Tibbs: You know, in less than ten years now, you're going to be on your own. Schools are through, the army's through, your mother and me - we'll be through. You'll be on your own then, Mr., you ever thought of that one? And what are you going to do? What are you going to be?
Andy Tibbs: Well, that depends.
Virgil Tibbs: On what?
Andy Tibbs: On you.
Virgil Tibbs: How?
Andy Tibbs: If you don't have any money, I'll be a bum. But if you rich, I'll be a playboy.
Rice Weedon: Woah, Lieutenant! Always a pleasure. Now, Lieutenant Tibbs, that is Puff.
Virgil Tibbs: Always a pleasure.
Puff: Which is it, army, navy, or airforce?
Virgil Tibbs: Homicide.
Puff: Ah, do tell. But you're not fuzzy fuzz, are you?
Puff: Have a shot of sixteen year old bourbon, $12.95 a fifth? That's the attraction here.
Virgil Tibbs: Thanks. Soda.
Rice Weedon: Puff is the most amusing little chick this side of the morgue.
Puff: But I love him. He beats me.
Virgil Tibbs: You picked the right man, Puff. He's big. He owns three fire traps over at the Potrero section and inspectors don't bother him. Nobody bothers him.
Puff: He doesn't love you, Honey. Even with that $12.95 taste in his mouth. I wonder why.
Virgil Tibbs: We found your fingerprints in there, Whedon.
Rice Weedon: You can find my fingerprints all over this building.
Puff: He's a very friendly landlord.
Reporter: How is he, Mister Tibbs?
Virgil Tibbs: He's dead.
Reporter: But it was an accident?
Virgil Tibbs: Yes.
Reporter: But he was in custody?
Virgil Tibbs: Yes.
Reporter: Do you consider the case solved?
Virgil Tibbs: The case is never solved until the judge...