Carolyn Gibson: Who's Cinzia?
Elizabeth Winters: Cinzia's our maid. She doesn't know how to cook.
Carolyn Gibson: So I see. Where's your father?
Elizabeth Winters: Oh, he's doing the laundry for the weekend at the laundromat. We have to bring the clothes there becaue Cinzia doesn't know how to wash.
Carolyn Gibson: Just whatdoes she do?
Elizabeth Winters: Oh everything!

Ida: Laughing boy seems slightly burned at the edges. What's eating him?
Mildred: A small green-eyed monster.
Ida: Jealous? That doesn't sound like Wally. No profit in it - and there's a boy who loves a dollar.

Nick Arden: Do you ride in cabs or do you just ride alongside!

Cal Trask: I've been jealous all my life. Jealous, I couldn't even stand it. Tonight, I even tried to buy your love, but now I don't want it anymore... I can't use it anymore. I don't want any kind of love anymore. It doesn't pay off.

Dr. Julian Winston: There's no such thing as a friendly kiss on the neck! I must say it's grotesque -- a woman your age throwing yourself at a kid like that.
Stephanie: And what about that eh, father-daughter thing of yours, if you don't think that's ridiculous...
Dr. Julian Winston: Well, it's different for a man. If a man is with a younger woman it looks entirely appropriate, but when it's the other way around, it's disgusting...
Stephanie: Well, you go to your church and I'll go to mine.

Toni Simmons: Did you get a load of that girl?
Dr. Julian Winston: Well, I wasn't paying much attention...
Toni Simmons: When she bent over, it looked like she had her knees up inside her dress.

Alicia: Look, I'll make it easy for you. The time has come when you must tell me you have a wife and two adorable children... and this madness between us can't go on any longer.
Devlin: Bet you've heard that line often enough.
Alicia: [hurt] Right below the belt every time. That isn't fair, Dev.

[Accusing a suspect, millionaire Benjamin Ballon]
Clouseau: And I submit, Inspector Ballon, that you arrived home, found Miguel with Maria Gambrelli, and killed him in a rit of fealous jage!

Dreyfus: [Makes nervous sounds crossed between chuckles and whimpers] He released her again, and he's taking her out to dinner to dinner. Every paper in Paris has the story, including the Christian Science Monitor; and he gave them the story. You see he claims he's protecting her lover, and the best way to force him into the open is to make him jealous [nervous chuckles] Jealous! That nincompoop, that megalomaniac. He's setting the science of criminal investigation back a thousand years, and I can't do anyting about it.
The Psycho Analyst: Why not?
Dreyfus:Why not? What if he's right?

Earnshaw: When he's been scrubbed, Ellen, show him Hindley's room. He'll sleep there.
Hindley, as a child: In my room? He can't! I won't let him!