Edward Norris: Don't speak to anyone. I don't want to kill an innocent bystander.
Peter Ames: Ya know that's what I like about crazy men; that fine sense of distinction.
Edward Norris: You think I'm insane?
Melsa Manton: [Stands in front of Peter, as to protect him] Oh, he's says that to everybody.

Melsa Manton: [has just discovered Fonda is faking being near death, to pump her for information] Are you still in pain, sweet?
Peter Ames: [from hospital bed, faintly] Oh its nothing, nothing... only when I move... but its nothing...
Melsa Manton: [hovering over hospital bed] Peter, perhaps I did wrong in not telling Inspector Brent everything.
Peter Ames: You mean you held something back?
Melsa Manton: Yes Peter.
Peter Ames: [this is what he's hoping to hear] Oh sweet, you're so clever.
Melsa Manton: Remember when I went into Ronnie Beldon's apartment?
Peter Ames: Yes dear.
Melsa Manton: When I went into the bathroom, I found something.
Peter Ames: In the bathroom?
Melsa Manton: Yes, floating around in a foot of water in the bathtub.
Peter Ames: Louder, dear, I can hardly hear you.
Melsa Manton: [ominously] I'll come closer.
Peter Ames: Tell me dear, what was it?
Melsa Manton: [yelling] The Normandie, you black-hearted faker, in full sail!
[stabs him in the leg with a fork]

Melsa Manton: [to her friends] Get him, girls!
Peter Ames: [Nervously, then desparately as the girls engulf and subdue him] Hey, wait a minute, girls...
[clicks the phone]
Peter Ames: Tahe it easy, girls... look... Hello... Help, I tho... wha... ahh!...

Melsa Manton: May I have a cigarette?
[He places on in her mouth, lights it]
Melsa Manton: I've had dozens of cigarette lighters but they never worked.
Peter Ames: This just one just takes cheap gasoline.
Melsa Manton: Maybe that's why.

Melsa Manton: Police! All they know is to blow a whistle and hold up traffic!

Melsa Manton: Well, if I want to marry a fortune hunter, I can go to Europe and marry a professional one.

Hilda: [to the telephoe operator] Give me the Morrnin' Clarion. I don't know the numba'! The only numbers I knowse are policy numbers.

Peter Ames: [to Melsa] You're up to your beautiful hips in murder!

Peter Ames: All right, Hilda, can you carry a gun?
Hilda: No, suh! I'se a pacifist.

Peter Ames: Listen, before I knew you, I disliked you intensly. When I met you, I disliked you intensly. Even now, I dislike you intensly... that is, the sensible sane portion of me... but there;s an insane side of me that gets a little violent every time I think of you.
Melsa Manton: Getting out of a million dollar lawsuit wouldn't have anything to do with your change in affection, would it?
Peter Ames: You're a nasty creature, aren't you, but in time I'll beat it out of you.