- George Dillard: I'm sorry to lean on you, old buddy, but uh...
- Harry Orwell: Alright, how much?
- George Dillard: It's $1,464,200.
- Harry Orwell: Yeah, sure, I'll have my bankers credit your account with the amount in the morning, George.
- George Dillard: Oh, no! I'm not hitting you for a loan, Harry. I mean, I got a client! I'm working, and all. But, I'm not really sure what it's all about, yet. And I think I may be in a little over my head.
- Harry Orwell: Well, that's familiar ground to you, George.
- George Dillard: Listen, I got an appointment with my client tonight at 9:30. Can you meet us there?
- Lt. K.C. Trench: Orwell, what we have here is a probable homicide, which does not allow for withholding evidence. I hope that nuance is not wasted on you.
- Harry Orwell: I'm very good at nuances.
- [first lines]
- Sue Ingham: [answers phone wearing bathrobe] Hello? Who is it, please? Just a minute. Harry!
- Harry Orwell: [off camera, shouting] What?
- Sue Ingham: [walks toward the bathroom] Harry!
- Harry Orwell: [still off camera] What is it?
- Sue Ingham: Telephone.
- Harry Orwell: [pops his head out of the shower] Well, answer it.
- Sue Ingham: I did. It's for you.
- Harry Orwell: Huh? Who is it?
- Sue Ingham: George Dillard.
- Lt. K.C. Trench: [Trench sees Harry already sitting at the table that he's being led to] Orwell? This wouldn't call for an explanation, would it?
- Harry Orwell: Oh no, no, no... You don't have to account to me. Want to take Sergeant Roberts to dinner? Fine.
- Harry Orwell: This was the maiden who hired a sleuth to find a marine who scared a merchant who denied a son who did mysterious jobs for Lan Wuyen.