Helen Brent: [to Sam, approvingly] You're not a turnip, are you?

Helen Brent: I must warn you, though, liquor makes me nosy. I've been known to ask all sorts of personal questions after four cocktails.
Marty Waterman: 'Sallright. I've been known to tell people to mind their own business. Cold sober, too.

Helen Brent: If you go to the police, you'll see Laurie sooner than you think.
Mrs. Kraft: Are you trying to scare me?
Helen Brent: I'm just warning you. Perhaps you don't realize - it's painful being killed. A piece of metal sliding into your body, finding its way into your heart. Or a bullet tearing through your skin, crashing into a bone. It takes a while to die, too. Sometimes a long while.