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!
Nick Charles:
[
Leans toward Nora] Having a good time, Mrs. Charles?
Nora Charles:
It couldn't be better.
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?
[
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:
Once a gumheel, always a gumheel, huh? Well, I don't like gumheels, but I thought you'd quit it 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.
Nora Charles:
Do you think she'll really take him home?
Nick Charles:
She'll take him somewhere, I'm sure of that.
Nora Charles:
What do you mean?
Nick Charles:
I mean, did I ever tell you that you're the most fascinating woman this side of the Rockies?
Nora Charles:
Wait till you see me on the other side.
Nick Charles:
Have you made any New Year's resolutions?
Nora Charles:
Not yet. Any complaints or suggestions?
Nick Charles:
A few.
Nora Charles:
Which?
Nick Charles:
Complaints.
Nora Charles:
All right shoot.
Nick Charles:
Well, you don't scold, you don't nag, and you look far too pretty in the mornings.
Nora Charles:
All right, I'll remember: must scold, must nag, musn't be too pretty in the mornings.
Nick Charles:
How do you do? I'd like to get this gal out of the woman's tank.
Matron:
Oh, yes. Is this the one that was doing the fan dance?
Nick Charles:
Fan dance?
Matron:
Yes.
Nick Charles:
Well, if it is, she's been holding out on me.
Nora Charles:
Nickie, have you any pictures of yourself taken as a baby?
Nick Charles:
[
Trying to sleep] No.
Nora Charles:
Aww, that's a shame. I want to see what you looked like.
Nick Charles:
I'll have some taken in the morning.
Selma:
Good night Nick, and thanks so much for everything. I want to kiss you.
[
Looks at Nora]
Selma:
May I?
Nora Charles:
Go right ahead. But I warn you, it's a hard habit to get out of.
Nora Charles:
I suppose we ought to decide where we're going.
Nick Charles:
Why, do you care?
Nora Charles:
No, but I haven't any clothes.
Nick Charles:
Well, what's the difference? Saves you the trouble of packing. And I don't need anything in the word, darling, but you... and a toothbrush.
David:
I've got six bullets in this gun. One for her, one for myself. One for myself, and the rest for anyone who tries to stop me.
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