- Paul Drake: Well, the boy Tim supposedly killed, Chick Montana, was a fast talker but a slow thinker. He wasn't smart.
- [first lines]
- Chick Montana: The money, the loot, the cool green, Timmy, my rich friend.
- Greasy Neal: The loot, Timmy, my rich friend.
- Tim Balfour: Will you guys lay off? I told you I couldn't get any.
- Chick Montana: From a grandfather who owns half of California, you couldn't get enough loot for a couple of beers?
- [last lines]
- Timothy Balfour Sr.: How can I make them understand, Perry? How can I make them understand each other?
- Perry Mason: [knocking on door. Perry gets up and opens the door for Tim] Well... here's a pretty good place to start.
- Tim Balfour: Grandfather?
- [Tim goes to his grandfather's bed and hugs him]