- Lt. K.C. Trench: You know I'm about to book you as an accessory, Orwell.
- Harry Orwell: Accessory to what?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Don't play dumb.
- Harry Orwell: I'm not playing dumb. That's the real me, coming through.
- Harry Orwell: If you're away from home, you have to have a place to live. I like to live near the ocean. In Los Angeles, the ocean is in Santa Monica. So I rented an apartment in Santa Monica. The waves are nice and the girls dress differently at the beach. That's nice too.
- Kathy: I like your cologne.
- Harry Orwell: You what?
- Kathy: Your cologne. I like it.
- Harry Orwell: I don't use cologne.
- Kathy: Wow.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Your client called. She and her boyfriend are coming in.
- Harry Orwell: Is that why you were ten minutes late getting here?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: No. You have a shorter drive.
- Harry Orwell: [Smugly] But I don't have a siren and a red, flashing light.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: I'll tell you what you do have, Orwell.
- Harry Orwell: What's that?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: [to Roberts] You tell him.
- Harry Orwell: [Looks at Roberts and whispers] Experience.
- Harry Orwell: [voiceover] I have this thing about people following me. If I know who they are, I don't like to interfere with their earning a living. But if I don't know, I can't keep my mind on my thinking. There's too much noise. I have this owl who sits on my shoulder and he talks in my ear. He says, "who, who, who".
- Harry Orwell: This lady had trouble in Los Angeles and relatives in San Diego. She went to them, they came to me. The lady and I got together. Her problem was she stole $25,000 worth of bonds. And now the lady wanted me to get permission for her to give back those bonds. Which is how come I left San Diego and came to Los Angeles.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: [Harry answers his door; Lt. Trench and Sgt. Roberts push past him] Harry Orwell?
- Harry Orwell: Yeah, who're you?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Trench. Lieutenant Trench.
- Harry Orwell: Whaddya want?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Maybe you.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: I like the way you operate, Orwell. Like a cop. Who knows? Maybe we'll get along. Just don't ever keep anything from me.
- Harry Orwell: Will I live?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: X-rays show no bones broken. You've got a hard head, Orwell.
- Harry Orwell: How'd I get here?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: I brought you.
- Harry Orwell: Well, you were dragging your feet a little, weren't you, Lieutenant?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: I've got more than one case, Orwell. What happened?
- Harry Orwell: I played dodge the car and lost.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Car driven by Frank Long, or Kincaide, or Wilson from Miami or Dallas... take your pick? He's made a whole tour. Only now that you've contacted him and scared him, he'll really go into a well.
- Harry Orwell: Yeah, I'm sorry about that. You sure I'm alright?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Technically. Being sorry doesn't correct matters.
- Harry Orwell: I got hit by a car or a car hit me. I don't know which. Now I don't feel good. Can I get out of here?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: As far as the hospital is concerned. I'm about to put a tail on you.
- Harry Orwell: That won't do any good. I'd shake it.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: In San Diego maybe. Not in L.A.
- Pauline: You've been going around asking a lot of people a lot of different questions.
- Harry Orwell: That is the nature of my business.
- Harry Orwell: Emily, you're my client. Why don't you tell me these things?
- Emily: I should steal from Mr. Fielding and then betray his confidence?