Kay Bentley:
I think I'll have the #5: the double hamburger with the relish and the hot ketchup, the ground glass and the melted cheese with plenty of onions!
Kay Bentley:
Mike, when I interview him, would it be all right if I mention your name?
Michael Shayne: Yeah, sure, if you wanna hear some new words.
Michael Shayne: Yeah, sure, if you wanna hear some new words.
Kay Bentley:
My editor wants a feature story - the woman's angle!
Michael Shayne: Oh, tear gas, huh?
Michael Shayne: Oh, tear gas, huh?
Kay Bentley:
She's an old schoolmate of mine from grammar school.
Michael Shayne: I haven't seen any old girls.
Kay Bentley: Oh, she's not old - about my age.
Michael Shayne: And still goin' to grammar school? My, she's a little mentally round-shouldered!
Michael Shayne: I haven't seen any old girls.
Kay Bentley: Oh, she's not old - about my age.
Michael Shayne: And still goin' to grammar school? My, she's a little mentally round-shouldered!
Michael Shayne:
[after reading a newspaper article] Hey, get this! Here's a guy who's got 26 kids. Must be driven stork mad!
Michael Shayne:
[seeing Kay's arm caught in the drop-down berth] Put a torch in your hand and you could pass for the Statue of Liberty.
Michael Shayne:
[seeing the door of his train compartment open] Come in.
Carl Izzard: Good evening, Mr. Shayne, my name is...
Michael Shayne: Carl Izzard!
Carl Izzard: How'd ya know?
Michael Shayne: I don't know. You just look like a guy who'd have a name like Izzard!
Carl Izzard: Good evening, Mr. Shayne, my name is...
Michael Shayne: Carl Izzard!
Carl Izzard: How'd ya know?
Michael Shayne: I don't know. You just look like a guy who'd have a name like Izzard!
Michael Shayne:
Madame, my card!
Kay Bentley: [reading] Michael Shayne, Private Detective!
Michael Shayne: Mmmm-hmmm!
Kay Bentley: Sleeping on your own time now, huh?
Michael Shayne: Yep! Oh, and meeting a much finer class of thugs!
Kay Bentley: [reading] Michael Shayne, Private Detective!
Michael Shayne: Mmmm-hmmm!
Kay Bentley: Sleeping on your own time now, huh?
Michael Shayne: Yep! Oh, and meeting a much finer class of thugs!
Michael Shayne:
We can lose ourselves in the Frisco fog and just kick the town around generally.
Kay Bentley: Oh, Mike, I'd love to, but I've gotta get back to Denver.
Michael Shayne: Look, just give me two days, and then if I don't put a ring on your finger, I guarantee to put a couple under your eyes.
Kay Bentley: Oh, Mike, I'd love to, but I've gotta get back to Denver.
Michael Shayne: Look, just give me two days, and then if I don't put a ring on your finger, I guarantee to put a couple under your eyes.
