Greta: He lays me then busts me.
Mitchell: Well, she asked me to.
Desk Sergeant: What, lay her or bust her?
Cummings: The coffee is cold and you are a lousy butler.
Benton: I am not a lousy butler.
Cummings: You are a lousy butler.
Benton: I am not.
Cummings: I say you are a lousy butler, the coffee is cold.
James Arthur Cummings: What are you doing with those steaks? Growing them?
Chief Pallin: People don't like you, Mitchell. I don't care for you much myself.
Mitchell: Hey, did you ever do any of that, you know, obscene photographs and all that?
Greta: Mmm hmm. When I needed the bread.
Mitchell: Where can I buy some?
Mitchell: Mr. Cummings! Mitchell, police department?
Cummings: Permit's not due till January, son.
Mitchell: Uh, Mr. Cummings!
Cummings: Make an appointment son, or have your chief give me a ring!
Mitchell: Mr. Cummins!
Benton: No salesmen at this entrance.
Child: My mother doesn't like you.
Mitchell: Well, I don't like your mother.
Child: Why not?
Mitchell: Why not?
Child: No, why not?
Mitchell: No, why not?
Child: Why are your repeating what I say?
Mitchell: Why are your repeating what I say?
Child: I'm not.
Mitchell: Well, I'm not.
Child: You are.
Mitchell: Buzz off.
Child: What did you say?
Mitchell: What did you say?
Child: Did you say something?
Mitchell: Did you say something?
Child: You said buzz off.
Mitchell: You're lying through your teeth.
Child: You're lying through your teeth!
Mitchell: Buzz off, huh?
Child: Buzz off!
Mitchell: Buzz off, kid!