- Spencer B. Dazy: [as Dazy is distributing meals to the jurors] And what was yours?
- Mrs. Dace: Oh, mine was a white-meated turkey in a spinached toast with just a smatterin' of butter, lettuce with not the slightest bit of dressing, and slenderest of shoestring potatoes, and the weakest of green tea.
- Spencer B. Dazy: Heh-heh, you'll have to come back Friday for a fitting.
- Wilbur - Jury Room Officer: [about phone call from Mr. Dace] He told me to tell you that your cat had come home.
- Mrs. Dace: Oh, that is a good omen. The poor darling was lost.
- Wilbur - Jury Room Officer: Yeah? What kind of cat was it?
- Mrs. Dace: A gentleman cat.
- Wilbur - Jury Room Officer: [scornfully] He wasn't lost!
- Jay J. Presley, Jury Foreman: Ridiculous. No one would send an innocent person to her death for money.
- Mrs. Livingston Baldwin Crane: Mrs. Gordon is nervous because she is French, isn't that so, Mr. Bromm?
- Steve Bromm: Sure. All Frogs is jumpy.