- [first lines]
- [Mike and Phyllis are practicing making duck calls]
- Gil Madden: It's a good thing for you I'm not hunting ducks.
- Michael Shayne: Yeah? What are you hunting?
- Gil Madden: A guy named Michael Shayne.
- [Phyllis hangs up on potential client so Mike will go on his vacation instead]
- Michael Shayne: It was just one of my boyfriends.
- Phyllis Hamilton: The one with teeth like a rabbit?
- Michael Shayne: No, the one with the two heads.
- Mayme Martin: Must we talk business right away? I've been sort of lonely.
- Michael Shayne: [glances at Mayme's ashtray] Mm-hmm. Do you always smoke cigars when you're lonely?
- Mayme Martin: Well, I never get *that* lonely.
- Mayme Martin: When Payson does call you, look me up before you go to Santa Rosita.
- Michael Shayne: Why not.
- Mayme Martin: And if you get lonesome some night, stop in at the Green Lantern and I'll sing you a lullaby.
- Michael Shayne: Thanks, but I have my cat and my pipe.
- Mayme Martin: Just a minute tall, dark and loathsome! Remember, I don't give any information *before* I get paid off.
- Michael Shayne: Sister, the kind of game you're playing, you're a cinch to get paid off - plenty!
- [Mike awakens after being shot to find the lovely Phyllis leaning over his bed]
- Michael Shayne: Heaven, huh? I never thought I'd make it.
- Albert Payson: Shayne, I see you weren't injured too seriously, either.
- Michael Shayne: No, as long as they shoot me in the head, I guess I'm all right. The bullets just glance off.
- Michael Shayne: I have a hunch that one of you guys is a duck and the other a decoy. As soon as I know enough to call my shots, I'll be back for some answers.
- Chief Boyle: Hey, Rafferty, this is for you.
- [Boyle hands Rafferty a note from Mike]
- Tim Rourke: Read it - if you can.
- Michael Shayne: I'll bet you a kiss I'll be back before you are.
- Phyllis Hamilton: Oh, Mike, you know I don't approve of gambling.
- Michael Shayne: Oh, it's no gamble - it's a sure thing!
- Det. Peter Rafferty: You know, Boyle and I were about to wrap up this case, too, Shayne. After all, we weren't born yesterday.
- Michael Shayne: Why, sure you boys weren't born yesterday - too nice a day.
- [last lines]
- [as Mike bends over to kiss Phyllis, his secretary lets out a blast on her duck call]
- Michael Shayne: Now, that one had feeling!
- Det. Peter Rafferty: Would it be askin' too much to let me in on your little secret, or do I have to beat it out of you with my own two hands?
- Phyllis Hamilton: Now, Pete, Mike's in no condition to argue.
- Michael Shayne: Nooo. Mustn't be upset - doctor's orders.
- Phyllis Hamilton: Why don't you come back in the morning when you're more rested and your mind is clear.
- Michael Shayne: At least you'll be rested, Pete.