- [first lines]
- Dr. Charles Cromwell: I'm sorry, Wilson, but, uh, you'd better use some other cover design. Something a little less... indiscreet.
- Dick Wilson: Indiscreet? A drum majorette? Doctor Cromwell, this is practically prim, compared to the pin-up we had on last year's commencement issue.
- [last lines]
- Della Street: I knew he didn't do that.
- Perry Mason: How?
- Della Street: Well, Mrs. Cromwell told me. She said that... Well, she just convinced me that her husband couldn't have done such a thing.
- Perry Mason: There you are. No logic, but it...
- Perry Mason, Paul Drake: [together] ... confirms your faith in women.
- Sgt. Landro: [asking about the man who was murdered] You can begin by telling me what enemies he had.
- James Vardon: Enemies? Bob had no enemies!
- Perry Mason: He had one.