- Opening title card: A wave of mob violence has swept over the downtown area as rival gangs fight for control of the city. But true evil hides in the shadows, waiting for its moment to strike...
- [first lines]
- [Paula is being dragged through a warehouse by two hefty thugs]
- Paula Peril: Get your fifthy hands off of me!
- Doctor Death: Paula Peril, you won't escape me this t-i-m-e. One meddling reporter and her scrawny, puny photographer friend can't stand between me and the destruction of the c-i-t-y. The stolen chemicals you've been looking for have been right here all the long - directly under the city's main g-a...
- [Doctor Death pauses in mid-sentence puzzled]
- Mercenary #2: "s".
- Doctor Death: ...sss line.
- Paula Peril: You'll never get away with this! Jimmy knows I'm...
- [one of the thugs gags Paula]
- Doctor Death: By the time anyone finds you, they'll be picking up p-i-e-c-e-sssss.
- Paula Peril: Slim, what are you saying?
- Slim Jackson: I've got to let one of you go by the end of this week.
- Jimmy Smith: Well, how are you going to decide, Chief?
- Veronica Vilancourt: Whoever gets the most readers, Wonderboy.
- Slim Jackson: Bingo! You got it - right on the nose. Okay, I'm going to make my decision based on the quality of the story you guys bring me in by Friday. You bring me something hot, you keep your job.
- Paula Peril: What are you going to do with me?
- Irene Frost: Do you know what concrete is made of?
- Mobster #1: Grit!
- Irene Frost: Ah, see, you have that by the wheelbarrow, sweetheart.
- Irene Frost: There you are. I can't have any more reporters sharing my secrets, can I?
- Jimmy Smith: Where's Paula? I swear, if you've done something to her I'll...
- Irene Frost: You'll? You'll what? You'll stop acting like a baby and tell her how much you love her? Please do so before we kill you both.
- Paula Peril: Criminals don't stand a chance as long as you're around, Jimmy. Thank you.
- Jimmy Smith: Wait! What's our next story?
- [last lines]
- Slim Jackson: Hey Veronica, it's the end of the week. I've made my decision. I need to see *you*!
- Veronica Vilancourt: This isn't over, Perillo. I am not someone to be messed with... and I will get you for this.
- Irene Frost: So look at you - you're a REPORTER!... last time I saw you, I was a legal assistant at the D.A.'s office, and YOU were a skinny little teen-ager in a prep school uniform... and now - you are Paula PERIL!