- [first lines]
- Himself - Host: [Hitchcock is holding a huge magnifying glass the size of his face in front of him] Good evening.
- [puts down magnifying glass]
- Himself - Host: I've been examining the fingerprints on the inside of your television screen. Very unusual. They're all thumbs.
- [He glances upwards and points to the screen]
- Himself - Host: That's it. They must've been left by your television repairman.
- [brings up magnifying glass over his face again]
- Himself - Host: You know, I could use this to watch television. I have a 27-inch set with an 8-inch screen.
- [puts down magnifying glass]
- Himself - Host: It also has an adjustment for color. The adjustment consists of a palette and brush and the viewer simply fills in the numbered squares.
- [gesticulates with thumb and fingers in an 'OK' sign]
- Himself - Host: It takes a very deft hand. Tonight's tale is provocatively captioned "Decoy." Do I pique you? I hope so. A program host should always be a good piquer. In watching this story, I want you to pay particular attention to the three undraped ladies who dance in the final scene. Because one of these young ladies has since married a titled Englishman and her face is now quite well-known.
- [last lines]
- Himself - Host: About that, uh, scene I mentioned, we ran overtime and had to cut it at the last moment. I'm sure you don't mind. It had nothing to do with the story but, uh, it was a lot of fun making it. Good night.
- Gil Larkin: [Gil muses to himself as he tinkles the ivories and Mona wanders around studying the manuscript] Six o'clock. I was sorry to see the day come to an end. It had been a wonderful day. But everything seemed wonderful when was with Mona. Even the arrangements I'd made for her new show I felt was the best work I'd ever done. Mona. So near and yet so distant. I guess I fell in love with Mona the first week I began to work for her. She had no idea I how felt. I couldn't let her know. She was married, married to Ben Cameron who was the top theatrical agent in New York. And although I respected her marriage, she'd somehow become very important in my life. There was something about her that set her apart from any woman I'd ever known.
- Gil Larkin: [Gil is thinking] It was crystal clear. Somebody followed me and turned me into a patsy, a fall guy, a clay pigeon. Whoever killed Ben Cameron had wanted to pin the blame on me. I was a decoy! What should I do? What could I do? Go to the police? Say that I was in love with Cameron's wife and I wanted to ask him for her freedom? While I was there someone came in and killed him. They'd believe me? Never in a million years, they'd figure from the way it looked. They'd claim I came in, we'd argued and in a fit of anger I shot him. Wait, someone on that 'phone had heard Cameron call out the murderer's name. Ritchie!
- Lieutenant Brandt: You know, Larkin, that's as involved a statement as I've ever heard. You don't think you could tell it the same way twice, do you?