- [last lines]
- Lt. Tragg: Well, I'm glad this one's over. I'm beat.
- Della Street: [amused] Dig the hipster.
- Lt. Tragg: Now, don't bug me, Granny. I'm one of the cool ones. I don't dig slick chicks trying to goof me up... Daddy-o.
- [as Tragg is leaving Perry's office]
- Lt. Tragg: Good night, counselor.
- Perry Mason: What's the Purple Wall?
- Paul Drake: It's a beat joint. No liquor, no life, no laughs. They just sit around hating themselves.
- Buzzie: The squares. Oh, the squares.
- Perry Mason: Tell me about the squares.
- Buzzie: Go, go, go. Run through the ruts. Splash mud on clean, little people. Stay in the muddy rut. Splash mud at the sun. Wear a mask to hide a muddy face. Squares. Ask me about the squares. I'm Madame Bertha, mystic reader. I understand it better than anybody. I put them down. Liars, hypocrites, slaves.
- Perry Mason: What are you, Buzzy?
- Buzzie: I'm beat, daddy. I'm beat. No past, no present, no future. Alone. Me. Nothing else except chaos and confusion and squares.
- Hamilton Burger: Your Honor, Mr. Mason knows perfectly well that he's standing on a technicality.
- Perry Mason: Your Honor, Mr. Burger's devotion to the obvious sometimes causes him to confuse my clients' interests with standing on a technicality.
- [first lines]
- Danny Ross: [angrily] No, no, no! I'm not a chuckle man. Don't these guys know they're writing for a real comic? Where are the boff laughs? I'll die on my feet with that jazz.
- Sheila Hayes: [Speaking to Lisa & Niles] We'd better be very good friends--the three of us. Well, if we're not, the, uh, district attorney may be given reason to wonder about us. As a matter of fact, I'm wondering myself. Here we are--three people with awfully good reasons to hate dear Charles. Do you suppose, uh, one of us killed him?