Mike Hammer: I'll pick you up in a couple of hours. You'd better pack a bag.
Gail Chapman: Where are we going?
Mike Hammer: Forge River
Gail Chapman: But how about your fee?
Mike Hammer: We'll talk about that later.
Gail Chapman: Thank you!
Mike Hammer: You'd better keep that, too, until we see what happens
Mike Hammer: [narrating] The inside of the house of Shadow Hill was even less cheerful than the outside. It wasn't a place to live - it was a place to die...
[picks up a Colt .45 that was laying on a table]
Mike Hammer: ...and it was well-equipped for the purpose.
Janet Kellogg: Yes, it's loaded Mr. Hammer, but all it's ever used for is as a paperweight.
Mike Hammer: You must have mighty heavy paper around here.
Diana Warren Chapman: I'm sorry if Quinn's deserted her, but I can't see her. It's impossible.
Mike Hammer: Why?
Diana Warren Chapman: I see no one!
Mike Hammer: Why? Is it because you're afraid of their reaction when they see your face?
Diana Warren Chapman: I think that would be obvious.
Mike Hammer: Maybe to some people, but not to me - and perhaps that's because I don't understand cowards.
Diana Warren Chapman: I haven't been kissed like that in years. I like it.
Mike Hammer: Well, I haven't been celibate that long, but I liked it, too.
Diana Warren Chapman: Mr. Hammer, I-I want to say thank you, but there just aren't words enough to express my gratitude.
Mike Hammer: Well, just make sure that I get a seat down front and center at your next show, Miss Warren. And when you do that little dance in the finale, I want to be where I can catch the garter.
Diana Warren Chapman: Mr. Hammer...
[kicks off her garter in his direction]
Diana Warren Chapman: Catch!