Hazel Aiken: I won't have that kind of toilet talk in my kitchen.
Hazel Aiken: What do you think you're doing?
Detective Hughes: Where's that address book?
Hazel Aiken: You get out of my house and go get yourself a search warrant!
Detective Hughes: A warrant? I don't need a warrant! I have a warrant in my mind for women like you! You oughta be out on 57th Street selling your pussy in front of a delicatessen! That would be big time for a dried-up piece of stale, white-bread like you! I wanna take my knife and scrape some crumbs off you and see if you're stale inside, too!
Hazel Aiken: You get out of my house, you stupid nigger!
Detective Hughes: What'd you call me?
[drowns Mrs. Aiken in kitchen sink]
Mary Aiken: [sees the dead body and drops the baby] Who did that?
Detective Hughes: [smiles] I don't know. But if you find out, you call me. You know my name, don't you?
Mary Aiken: No.
Detective Hughes: [takes address book of the counter] I'm listed.