- Torchy Blane: [Upset that she's getting a parking ticket] You must be new on the force. I'm Torchy Blane of The Star.
- Police Officer Regan: I don't care if you're an eclipse of the sun.
- Det. Parker: [to Lt. Steve McBride] Looks like the only dame who didn't carry a torch for Spencer was the Statue of Liberty.
- Capt. McTavish: Can't you lovebirds find something to bill and coo about besides murders and bank robberies?
- Lt. Steve McBride: If you keep getting me into jams like this, you'll cook my goose!
- Torchy Blane: [laughs] Swell! We'll fatten it up and have it for dinner.
- Det. Parker: [to Steve as they enter to search an apartment] Here's the haystack. I hope we find the needle.
- Capt. McTavish: All the sheets are squawking. Boylan of The Express wants to know if we are running the Police Department for the taxpayers or for Torchy Blane.
- Lt. Steve McBride: After we get married, you're going to chuck your job at the newspaper and you're going to stay home where you belong.
- Torchy Blane: I knew there was a catch in it. Listen, we've been all over this a thousand times. I've got ink in my blood and a nose for news that needs something besides powder.
- Torchy Blane: Have you ever heard of Lt. McBride?
- Police Officer Regan: [writing Torchy a parking ticket] Yes, I've heard of President Roosevelt too.
- Torchy Blane: Well, I'm his fiancee. McBride's, not Roosevelt's.
- Police Officer Regan: Well, that's swell. Come up and see me and Garbo sometime.
- Lt. Steve McBride: [meeting Torchy at the Press Cafe] I got to get back to work.
- Torchy Blane: Oh, darling, haven't you forgotten something?
- Lt. Steve McBride: You know I don't like to display affection in public.
- Torchy Blane: Affection? Tsch-tsch-tsch-tsch. My check.
- Lt. Steve McBride: [looks at the check] What'd you eat? An elephant steak?
- Lt. Steve McBride: From now on when we're together, we'll talk about nothing except...
- Torchy Blane: Love and kisses! Oh, Stevie.
- Lt. Steve McBride: I wasn't going to say that.
- Torchy Blane: I know; but, it's nice work if you can get it.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Hello, Torchy.
- Torchy Blane: Hello, Tootsie-Wootsie.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Ah, don't call me that! You know I don't like to have you call me that.
- Torchy Blane: Well, Squidgy-Widgy then.
- Miss Hilton - Salesgirl: Considering the very dark shade and the heavy body of this lipstick, I would say the woman might be of the Latin type.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Oh, possibly Italian or Spanish, huh?
- Miss Hilton - Salesgirl: Very probably.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Okay, thanks very much.
- Miss Hilton - Salesgirl: Not at all.
- Det. Parker: This is all Greek to me.
- Lt. Steve McBride: It's not Greek, it's Latin.
- Mr. Jay: Of course, you're working on the Spencer case, aren't you? Everybody's working on the Spencer case. Poor, dear Mr. Spencer.
- Lt. Steve McBride: [shows the deadman's handkerchief] You know what that is?
- Det. Parker: Yeah, lipstick. Spencer was not only killed, he was kissed.
- Lt. Steve McBride: I think we got a clue we can work on.
- [pulls out the long list of Spencer's girlfriends]
- Det. Parker: You don't mean to say we're going to kiss every one of those gals to get a sample of lipstick?
- Lt. Steve McBride: Something like that.
- Det. Parker: Well, Spring is in the air. What can we lose?
- Mr. Jay: Let's take the whole thing from start. Come on now, young ladies. Come on. It's not right yet. I certainly wish I could squeeze my way into one of those frocks, I'd show you girls a thing or two.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Have you got any Italian, Spanish or French girls working for you?
- Mr. Jay: No. No, I only employ American models. The others are *far* too temperamental.
- Olive: All she left here was a slip.
- Torchy Blane: A slip? Can I see it please?
- Carol: Well, I don't know. Maybe Louisa doesn't want people going around looking at her slips.
- Torchy Blane: What's a slip between friends?
- Carol: What are you doing?
- Torchy Blane: I'm copying that laundry mark.
- Olive: Copying the laundry mark? Well, what do you know abut that. It just goes to show you what publicity will do. Before poor Spencer was stabbed, Louisa could have been tattooed and *nobody* would have thought of copying it.
- Carol: Say, speaking of being tattooed, I knew a sailor once...
- Torchy Blane: Swelly!
- Sam Wong: As a matter of coincidental fact, we're doing a precipitant job for the party now.
- Torchy Blane: Oh, I say more swelly.
- Torchy Blane: Is this one your laundry marks?
- Sam Wong: Yes, honorable Torchy. This is one of our unworthy laundry marks.
- Torchy Blane: Maybe you slippy honorable Torchy high sign, when lady come back, huh?
- Sam Wong: Ah, wait a minute. I would not have this unworthy carcass put in jeopardy.
- Torchy Blane: Maybe unworthy carcass catch a-plenty jeopardy over laundry tickets, no?
- Sam Wong: You got me there, Torchy.
- Lt. Steve McBride: [on the intercom] What is it?
- Torchy Blane: Hello, Stevie-Weeby.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Now, Torchy, I...
- Torchy Blane: Well, Lovey-Dovey, then. Can you come out for just a itsy-bitsy minute?
- Lt. Steve McBride: Yes! I'll be out.
- Blanche Revelle: Let that alone!
- Torchy Blane: I was just reaching for a cigarette. I wish I could walk a mile for one. Can I have a cigarette?
- Torchy Blane: Listen, sister, stop unraveling and be some use to yourself. If you are innocent, you're certainly playing it to make it look guilty.
- Torchy Blane: I don't think Mr. Greer did it.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Why not?
- Torchy Blane: Well, when I saw Spencer and him together, they were very palsy-walsy and you don't act like that with a guy who's just played tic-tac-toe on your tummy with a knife!
- Torchy Blane: Good-bye, sleuths!
- [quick exit]
- Det. Parker: Say, she's got something buzzing in her bonnet.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Yeah and chances are, I'll get stung by it.
- Lt. Steve McBride: We got to find that knife. Look, without the knife, the D.A.'s case ain't worth a dime.
- Det. Parker: Yeah, but, the boys went over Spencer's office with a fine tooth comb.
- Lt. Steve McBride: They're idea of a fine tooth comb is a rake!
- Lt. Steve McBride: I wish we could find one murderer that would give the Police Department a little cooperation.
- Det. Parker: Get herself into trouble? What do you think she's doing to me? That eight ball is getting bigger by the minute.
- Lt. Steve McBride: [seeing in headline that Torchy had found out about the murder weapon] Well, that settles it. One of you two guys have been talkin'. Parker, where'd you go last night after you left me?
- Det. Parker: I went right home and hit the hay.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Did you talk to anybody?
- Det. Parker: Not a soul.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Gahagan, what did you do?
- Gahagan: Well, I went to a restaurant and had some hamburger with onions.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Anybody talk to yuh?
- Gahagan: Nobody.
- Det. Parker: That was on account of the onions.
- Gahagan: Geez, I never thought of that.
- Lt. Steve McBride: Well, think about this: what did you do after that?
- Gahagan: Well, I went home to me mother and talked to her.
- Lt. Steve McBride: What about?
- Gahagan: About me fallen arches.
- Det. Parker: Ahh, flatfoot bares his sole.