Nick Charles:
Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm thirsty.
Nick Charles:
You see, when it comes to words like that, an illiterate person...
Polly Byrnes:
Whaddaya mean "illiterate"? My father and mother were married right here in the city hall!
Nora Charles:
Are you packing?
Nick Charles:
Yes dear, I'm putting away this liquor.
Polly Byrnes:
Say, is that Mrs. Landis?
Nick Charles:
Yep, want to meet her?
Polly Byrnes:
No thanks, I've had enough of this family.
'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner:
Have you ever been thrown out of a place, Mr. Charles?
Nick Charles:
Let's see. How many was it up to yesterday, Mrs. Charles?
Nora Charles:
Well, uh, how many places were you in, Mr. Charles?
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Last line, as Nick gapes at Nora knitting baby boots]
Nora Charles:
And you call yourself a detective.
Nick Charles:
Good morning!
Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad:
Good evening.
Nick Charles:
Uh, yes, good evening. Will you have some breakfast?
Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad:
Thanks, I just had dinner.
Nick Charles:
I give up.
'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner:
I thought you stopped when you married a pot of money.
Nora Charles:
Did he call me a pot?
Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner:
You bet you. You catch my brother. You play trick on him.
Nick Charles:
No play trick on him, no catch him. You bet you. Is he still in?
Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner:
You bet you. For five years more.
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