Nora Charles Quotes in The Thin Man (1934)

Reporter: Say listen, is he working on a case?

Nora Charles: Yes, yes!

Reporter: What case?

Nora Charles: A case of scotch. Pitch in and help him.

Nora Charles: Waiter, will you serve the nuts? I mean, will you serve the guests the nuts?

[On the motley group of guests present]

Nora Charles: Oh, Nicky, I love you because you know such lovely people.

Nick Charles: Oh, it's all right, Joe. It's all right. It's my dog. And, uh, my wife.

Nora Charles: Well you might have mentioned me first on the billing.

Nick Charles: I'm a hero. I was shot twice in the Tribune.

Nora Charles: I read where you were shot 5 times in the tabloids.

Nick Charles: It's not true. He didn't come anywhere near my tabloids.

Lieutenant John Guild: You got a pistol permit?

Nick Charles: No.

Lieutenant John Guild: Ever heard of the Sullivan Act?

Nora Charles: Oh, that's all right, we're married.

Nora Charles: You know, that sounds like an interesting case. Why don't you take it?

Nick Charles: I haven't the time. I'm much too busy seeing that you don't lose any of the money I married you for.

Nora Charles: What's that man doing in my drawers?

Nick Charles: How'd you like Grant's tomb?

Nora Charles: It's lovely. I'm having a copy made for you.

Nora Charles: All right! Go ahead! Go on! See if I care! But I thinks it's a dirty trick to bring me all the way to New York just to make a widow of me.

Nick Charles: You wouldn't be a widow long.

Nora Charles: You bet I wouldn't!

Nick Charles: Not with all your money...

Nick Charles: Hey, would you mind putting that gun away? My wife doesn't care, but I'm a very timid fellow.

Nora Charles: You idiot!

Nick Charles: [to the gunman] Alright, shoot! I mean, uh, what's on your mind?

Nora Charles: Nick? Nicky?

Nick Charles: What?

Nora Charles: You asleep?

Nick Charles: Yes!

Nora Charles: Good. I want to talk to you.

Nora Charles: How many drinks have you had?

Nick Charles: This will make six Martinis.

Nora Charles: [to the waiter] All right. Will you bring me five more Martinis, Leo? Line them right up here.

[Nick has revived Nora after knocking her out to keep her from being accidentally shot by Joe Morelli]

Nora Charles: You darn fool! You didn't have to knock me out. I knew you'd take him, but I wanted to see you do it.

Lieutenant John Guild: [laughs] There's a girl with hair on her chest.

Nora Charles: Pretty girl.

Nick Charles: Yes. She's a very nice type.

Nora Charles: You got types?

Nick Charles: Only you, darling. Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

Nora Charles: Take care of yourself

Nick Charles: Why, sure I will.

Nora Charles: Don't say it like that! Say it as if you meant it!

Nick Charles: Well, I do believe the little woman cares.

Nora Charles: I don't care! It's just that I'm used to you, that's all.

Nick Charles: Now my friends, if I may propose a little toast. Let us eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die.

Nora Charles: You give such charming parties, Mr. Charles.

Nick Charles: Thank you, Mrs. Charles.

Nora Charles: [to Asta, as Nick and Asta are going out on a case] If you let anything happen to him, you'll never wag that tail again.

Nora Charles: [after the doorbell rings on Christmas Eve] Who's that?

Nick Charles: It's probably Santa Claus.

Nora Charles: [after Nick gets shot at] Do you want a drink?

Nick Charles: What do you think?

Nora Charles: It's the nicest dinner I ever listened to.

[last lines]

Nora Charles: [In their two-berth sleeping car] Nicky... Nicky, put Asta in here with me tonight.

Nick Charles: [chuckles] Oh, yeah?

[Nick throws Asta in the upper berth. Nick leans down to kiss Nora. Asta covers his eyes with his paws. Last shot you see the train traveling off into the night as the soundtrack plays, "California, Here I Come."]

Nora Charles: [suffering from a hang-over] What hit me?

Nick Charles: The last martini. How 'bout a pick-me-up?

Nora Charles: No!

Nora Charles: Is that my drink over there?

Nick Charles: What were you drinking?

Nora Charles: Rye.

Nick Charles: [finishes her drink in one gulp and hands her the empty glass] Yes, that's yours.

Nora Charles: If that knife's missing, I'll look for it in your back.

Nora Charles: Gilbert, you've been listening on the extension again.

Gil: Of course, what else is an exension for ?

Nora Charles: Who is she?

Nick Charles: Oh, darling, I was hoping I wouldn't have to answer that.

Nora Charles: Come on.

Nick Charles: Well, Dorothy is really my daughter. You see, it was spring in Venice and I was so young, I didn't know what I was doing. We're all like that on my father's side.

Nora Charles: By the way, how is your father's side?

Nick Charles: Oh, it's much better, thanks. And yours?

Nora Charles: The next person who says Merry Christmas to me, I'll kill 'em.

Nick Charles: Can't you get to sleep?

Nora Charles: No.

Nick Charles: Well, maybe you should take a drink. It will help you.

Nora Charles: No, thanks.

Nick Charles: Well, then maybe it will help if I took it!

Nora Charles: Back to California, huh?

Nick Charles: My soul woman, I give you three murders and you're still not satisfied.

Nick Charles: Have you got a nice evening gown?

Nora Charles: Yes, I've got a Lulu. Why?

Nora Charles: Is this true?

Nick Charles: I don't know.

Nora Charles: Then, why are you saying it?

Nick Charles: Its the only way it makes sense.

Tommy: [Toasting] Here's to you two.

Nick Charles: And here's to you two too.

[Hears the sound of a train whistle]

Nick Charles: Why the rat! He can't top us!

Dorothy: No!

Tommy, Nick Charles, Dorothy, Nora Charles: To-Toooooooo!

Nick Charles: You see, when it comes to words like that, an illiterate person...

Polly Byrnes: Whaddaya mean "illiterate"? My father and mother were married right here in the city hall!

Nick Charles: [Leans toward Nora] Having a good time, Mrs. Charles?

Nora Charles: It couldn't be better.

Nora Charles: Are you packing?

Nick Charles: Yes dear, I'm putting away this liquor.

Nick Charles: Have you made any New Year's resolutions?

Nora Charles: Not yet. Any complaints or suggestions?

Nick Charles: A few.

Nora Charles: Which?

Nick Charles: Complaints.

Nora Charles: All right shoot.

Nick Charles: Well, you don't scold, you don't nag, and you look far too pretty in the mornings.

Nora Charles: All right, I'll remember: must scold, must nag, mustn't be too pretty in the mornings.

'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner: Have you ever been thrown out of a place, Mr. Charles?

Nick Charles: Let's see. How many was it up to yesterday, Mrs. Charles?

Nora Charles: Well, uh, how many places were you in, Mr. Charles?

[Last line, as Nick gapes at Nora knitting baby boots]

Nora Charles: And you call yourself a detective.

Nora Charles: I love to watch you sleep. You look so cute. Nicky, have you any pictures of yourself taken as a baby?

Nick Charles: No.

Nora Charles: Aww, that's a shame. I want to see what you looked like.

Nick Charles: I'll have some taken in the morning.

Nick Charles: Who was that?

Nora Charles: Oh, you wouldn't know them, darling. They're respectable.

Nora Charles: Do you think she'll really take him home?

Nick Charles: She'll take him somewhere, I'm sure of that.

Nora Charles: What do you mean?

Nick Charles: I mean, did I ever tell you that you're the most fascinating woman this side of the Rockies?

Nora Charles: Wait till you see me on the other side.

Nora Charles: I suppose we ought to decide where we're going.

Nick Charles: Why, do you care?

Nora Charles: No, but I haven't any clothes.

Nick Charles: Well, what's the difference? Saves you the trouble of packing. And I don't need anything in the world, darling, but you... and a toothbrush.

Nick Charles: Hello, Dancer. Come in, come in.

'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner: Once a gumheel, always a gumheel, huh? Well, I don't like gumheels, but I thought you'd quit it when you married a pot of money.

Nora Charles: Did he call me a pot?

Selma: Good night Nick, and thanks so much for everything. I want to kiss you.

[Looks at Nora]

Selma: May I?

Nora Charles: Go right ahead. But I warn you, it's a hard habit to get out of.

Nora Charles: Aunt Katherine wants to speak to you.

Nick Charles: What have I done now?

Nora Charles: Do you know why Robert wasn't here tonight?

Nick Charles: Sure, because he's smart.

Nora Charles: I'm not fooling, darling, he's disappeared.

Nick Charles: That's swell. Now if we could just get Aunt Katherine to disappear...

Nick Charles: Nora, darling, sugar, Happy New Year!

Nora Charles: Nicky, you're bleeding.

Nick Charles: Hmm? Oh, yes, yes. I little accident.

Nora Charles: [Nora uses a handkerchief to wipe off the lipstick from Nick's face] I know, this New Year's traffic is terrible, isn't it?

Nick Charles: Family dinner I suppose. Aunt Katherine, Uncle Willie, Cousin Emily

Nora Charles: Aunt Hattie, Cousin Lucius, Uncle Thomas. Pour me one too

[first lines]

Nora Charles: [on a train] Nickie! Nickie! What are you doing?

Nick Charles: [shaving] Just practicing, dear. Will you have a little slice of throat?

Nick Charles: [In a Sunset Limited sleeping car] Darling, don't you want to pack this?

[Hands Nora her silk negligee]

Nora Charles: How they can expect a woman to still have any mystery left for a man after living in a place like this for three days, I don't know.

Nick Charles: Darling, you don't need mystery. You've got something much better. Something more alluring.

Nora Charles: What?

Nick Charles: Me.

Nora Charles: You?

Nick Charles: Oh, you got ideas, huh?

Nora Charles: Very definite ideas.

Nick Charles: I was afraid so.

Nora Charles: I'm going to lock the door, plug the bell, cut the telephone and crawl into bed for a month!

Nick Charles: Oh, Nora, you're my favorite woman.

Nora Charles: [Talking on the phone to her Aunt] You see, it's New Year's Eve, Aunt Katherine.

Nick Charles: The old battle axe.

Nora Charles: Shut up! Excuse me, Aunt Katherine, I was talking to the dog.

Aunt Katherine Forrest: How do you do my dear?

Nora Charles: Hello, Aunt Katherine. You remember Nick.

Aunt Katherine Forrest: How are you - Ni-col-ass?

Nora Charles: Come on, darling, it will be like old times - when we were all engaged.

Nick Charles: Yes, before we made any mistakes.

Nick Charles: What have you got to offer Harold?

Harold: There's Tim McCrumb's place and there's the Lichee and there's the Tenderfin.

Nora Charles: Is the Lichee a Chinese restaurant?

Harold: Yessim.

Nick Charles: Me no lookie for Robert.

Nora Charles: The Lichee.

'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner: He's been hanging around there three days drunk. He's got a case on a primadonna.

Nora Charles: I wish you'd toss him out. His wife's going crazy.

'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner: Oh, that's too bad. I'll speak to his girlfriend.

Joe: Champagne, boys.

Thug with Joe at Nick's Table: Me too.

Nick Charles: Sure, Champagne! Willie?

Willie the Weeper: Scotch - with a Champagne chaser.

Nora Charles: Likewise.

Nora Charles: There must be some mistake. I'm Mrs. Nick Charles.

Plainclothesman: Yes and I'm Mother Goose. Step on it, girlie. Let's go.

Detective Arresting Nora and David: Throw her in the fish tank.

Nora Charles: What? What?

Detective Arresting Nora and David: Throw her in the fish tank!

Nick Charles: Nice work Lum.

Nora Charles: And you sent his brother up.

Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner: Sure. Mr. Charles sent him up. Number one detective. I don't like my brother. I like his girl. I'm your friend. You betcha!

Nora Charles: Bad Asta!

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: A couple of weeks on this cider and I'll be a new man.

Nora Charles: I sort of like the old one.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: Why, darling, that's the nicest thing you've said to me since the time I got my head caught in that cuspidor at the Waldorf.

Nora Charles: Just imagine, four murders, all strangulations, no fingerprints, no clues. The police were baffled. All they had were four bodies. So what do they do? They dump the whole thing in Nick's lap. Nobody suspected Stinky, because he's been a cripple ever since some nitro went off while he was cracking a canister in Salt Lake. Everybody thought it was Rainbow Benny, but Nick knew that Rainbow was an expert with the shiv. Strangling was out of his line! Oh, smart Nick! Then they turned the heat on Slasher Martin who ran an dice joint down in China Town. But Slasher had an alibi with Squinty Burke and Studsy Green, so that took care of him. But all the time Nick was certain that Stinky Davis was the killer. Why? Because he had him pegged right away for a two timing double crossing rat! But the police listen to Nick? No! They told him it was a hophead theory, wild as loco buttons, because Stinky was a cripple and couldn't navigate. So Nick got the brushoff from the police. They cold-shouldered him right out. But did that stop him? No sir! He knew the case was hot and he was all set to start cooking on the front burner. He said: "Stinky, you're the two timing double crossing rat who strangled Knobs McClure and Reesy Joe and Horseface Dan and Denver Mike and then he turned his back on him. And the trick worked! Because Stinky got out of his chair and tried to strangle Nick with a piece of wire he had hidden in his mouth. But just in time, Nick turned around and gave him the old one-two and knocked Stinky colder than an ice flounder. Stinky wasn't a cripple at all! He was just using it to cover up his crimes. Now, what do you think of *that*?

Nora Charles: You know Nicky, we were married three years before he told me he loved me.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: Wait here.

Nora Charles: Where are you going?

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: I want to do a little business with a blonde.

Nora Charles: Do you think she'll give it to you?

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: Well, I can try darling. Anything for art.

Nora Charles: Nicky, do you really like cider?

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: Like it? I love it. Just the pure, natural juices of the apple. What could be better, for instance?

Nora Charles: A dry martini, for instance.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: That horrible stuff. It almost took the lining off my stomach.

Nora Charles: Why do you care? It didn't show.

Nora Charles: Whose Sam Ronson?

Mrs. Charles: He's the town banker. He has a hand in everything that goes on here. I suppose he's what you call a typhoon.

Dr. Bertram Charles: Don't you mean tycoon, mother? Typhoon is a sort of big wind.

Mrs. Charles: Well, that's Sam Ronson.

Nora Charles: I don't suppose there's any crime in Sycamore Springs?

Mrs. Charles: Gracious no. The only excitement we ever had was a runaway horse last Christmas.

Mrs. Charles: Well, all I can say is if you're looking for crime in Sycamore Springs, you'll have to commit it yourself.

Nora Charles: I wonder? Nicky always says that there's a skeleton in nearly every closet and if you rattle it hard enough something always happens.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: Now you're going to get it! You're going to get it...

Nora Charles: Oh, no Nick, not here in front of your parents!

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: [Nick bends Nora over and starts spanking her behind with a newspaper and starts quoting Nora's statement to the press] But you can draw your own conclusions!

Nora Charles: Ouch! Nicky!

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: This will teach you the power of the press!

Nora Charles: Oh! A fine son you brought up. A wife-beater!

Dr. Bertram Charles: A brave boy!

[laughs]

Dr. Bertram Charles: I wanted to do that to mother for 40 years.

Mrs. Charles: I dare you!

Police Chief MacGregor: Mr. Brogan, if it isn't too much trouble, would you mind telling me were you came from?

Brogan: I'm a friend of Nick's, get it? And I was just passin' by, get it? So, I thought I'd just stop in...

Nora Charles: Get it?

Nora Charles: I really shouldn't give him a birthday present at all - sneaking off like that, getting drunk, without me. Running into an old sweetheart. If all his old sweethearts were laid end-to-end, you could use them as a sidewalk.

Nora Charles: Oh, Nicky, you're driving me crazy. This case is serious and all you do is fuddle around and guzzle cider.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: I'll switch to prune juice.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: I'll be waiting for you darling. Good luck.

Nicholas 'Nick' Charles: I'll need it, sister.

Nora Charles: And don't call me sister.

Nora Charles: I wonder if she's acting?

Studs Lonnegan: Hello, sister. Is Nick Charles here?

Nora Charles: Who wants him?

Police Officer: Yeah, who wants him?

Studs Lonnegan: Is your name sister?

Nora Charles: [Last Line] Why, Nicky, I do believe you popped a button!

Nora Charles: Drake? But, that's the name of the man who offered me 500 dollars!

Nora Charles: Asta, you'll get an extra bone for this.

Nick Charles: If the party gets rough, duck.

Nora Charles: I'm practically under the table now, but not the way I like to be.

Taxi Driver: Follow that car?

Nora Charles: Movie fan.

Nick Charles: I got a great idea.

Nora Charles: What is it?

Nick Charles: Let's go home.

Nora Charles: What's at home?

Nick Charles: You, my pipe, my slippers.

Nora Charles: Nickie, you're slipping.

Nick Charles: Darling, give me my pipe, slippers & a beautiful woman... and you can keep the pipe and slippers.

Nora Charles: [about Phyllis Talbin] Stunning jewelry. Those earrings...

Nick Charles: [looking off in the direction of Phyllis] Very attractive!

Nora Charles: Earrings are higher up.

Mug #1: Gee, we sure get a gentrier plateau with these charity shindigs.

Mug #2: Especially the dames. What class! What refinement! What cultured tomatoes! Hey, get a load of that one. Yoo-hoo!

Nick Charles: [Turns around to face the mugs] Boys, boys, in polite society, we don't say, Yoo-hoo. We say Yoo-whom.

Mug #1: Nick, hi!

Mug #2: Hi!

Nick Charles: You remember Mrs. Charles.

Mug #1: Hi!

Mug #2: Hi!

Nora Charles: You took the words right out of my mouth.

Nick Charles: You shouldn't have talked that way to my friends. They're very sensitive.

Nora Charles: I didn't mean to hurt them. I love them. They're perfect gentlemen - right down to their fingerprints.

Nick Charles Jr.: I knew Roy shouldn't have trusted that Arsenic Annie. She's a man dressed in woman's clothes.

Nick Charles: Annie's a man?

Nick Charles Jr.: Sure. It's a dead giveaway a dame would never pass a mirror like that without looking to see if her slip was showing.

Nora Charles: Dame?

Nick Charles Jr.: Well, that's what Daddy always says.

Nick Charles: I never say dame. I always say doll - eh, dish. Well, anyway, it was a very shrewd deduction.

Nora Charles: Nicky, the police do make mistakes!

Nick Charles: Yes, there's a cheerful thought. Just what I've been thinking.

Nora Charles: Of course, if you were on the case...

Nora Charles, Nick Charles: there would be no mistake.

Nick Charles: You're positively sadistic the way you drag me to work.

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: Penthouse, you know. These Talbin jams are the tops! But, it's like I told you, strictly for gates and gutbusters. Hey, I tell you what, you're a slush pump man.

Nick Charles: Come again?

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: Da-da-da-da! Strictly from Memphis. And you, you're a canary. Strictly from Memphis.

Nora Charles: Canary?

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: Well, I could say you pluck a hot harp.

Nora Charles: If Mr. Charles doesn't find that receipt, he'll be plucking a harp.

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine. Mellow Man Magee and the Missus. Hottest pump man in Memphis.

Nick Charles: Second hottest.

Mitchell Talbin: Do you play an instrument too?

Nora Charles: No, I'm a mud hen, eh, a bird, a canary.

Mitchell Talbin: A canary?

Nora Charles: Strictly from Tennessee!

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: It's Fran! Fran Page, Hollis' old flame.

Nick Charles: Unless I got my photographs mixed, she had a fire left over for Mr. Drake too.

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: Yeah, the 88 man grabbed her off and then he give her the Fuller.

Nick Charles: The Fuller?

Nora Charles: The brush. The brush.

Clarence 'Clinker' Krause: Fran, this is Mr. and Mrs. Nick Charles.

Nick Charles: How do you do? Well, you were a, you were very jivie, a hep warbler.

Nora Charles: Mr. Charles is a bit of a shom.

Nora Charles: Aw, get lost you offbeat rinky-dink, you're nowhere.

Nora Charles: Its nice to know people still go to bed. Mr. Charles and I used to go to bed.

Nora Charles: I should have worn a sleeping bag.

Nora Charles: Nick, we're going home and I'm not tucking you into bed, I'm tying you in.

Nora Charles: What's all this finger business about?

Nora Charles: What do you get out of it?

Nick Charles: A sudden urge to merge.

Nora Charles: Are you through with crime?

Nick Charles: No, I'm going to bed.

Nora Charles: How did you know I was here?

Nick Charles: I saw a great group of men standing around a table. I knew there was only one woman in the world who could attract men like that. A woman with a lot of money.

Nora Charles: [Reading phone messages] Here's another one of those "Call Long Island Operator #15." Don't you think you ought to call her?

Nick Charles: Certainly not; she knows better than that! I told her I was bringing the wife along this time.

Nora Charles: I don't know why I always take it for granted that you're kidding.

Nora Charles: I got rid of all those reporters.

Nick Charles: What did you tell them?

Nora Charles: I told them we were out of scotch.

Nick Charles: What a gruesome thought!

Nora Charles: It wasn't his fault. Nick smells like a dog. I mean, he smells like Asta.

Nora Charles: [Talking on the phone] Oh, we had a lovely trip. Nick was sober in Kansas City.

Nick Charles: [Talking to a stuffed Panda bear] That's a very bitter woman.

'Creeps' Binder: Nick sent me up the river.

Nora Charles: It's nice you don't feel bad about it.

'Creeps' Binder: Why should I? Gee! It took a genius to outsmart me.

Nick Charles: You wanna touch me?

Nora Charles: Really, Creeps, you shouldn't run him down like that.

[last lines]

Nick Charles: Let's sit down.

Nora Charles: Sit down? What for?

Nick Charles: Just to get a little rest after our quiet weekend in the country.

[to their waiter]

Nick Charles: Two Bacardis.

Nora Charles: The same.

Colonel MacFay: The man means to kill me, and I'm asking Mr. Charles not to let him do it. That's simple enough, isn't it? Even for Mr. Charles.

Nora Charles: No.

'Creeps' Binder: [Dressed as a bellboy] Are you the party that wanted the passkey?

Nora Charles: Party? I'm more like a riot!

Nora Charles: You're suspicious of everything.

Nick Charles: Well, I hate to wake up some morning and find the fortune I married you for was gone.

Nick Charles: You know, she wouldn't be a bad looker if she took her specs off.

Nora Charles: I'll speak to her.

Nick Charles: Oh, don't get her hopes up.

Detective: It seems to me, Mrs. Charles, that every time your husband gets in with a girl, the insurance companies take an awful beatin'. Now, its nice, very nice, for a wife to trust her husband. But, get this, there's that Wynant girl he knew before he was married. He comes here to New York and bing - there's a murder. He goes back to the West coast, there's a good lookin' girl there and bing - there's another murder. He comes back here, meets this Lois MacFay and...

Nora Charles: Bing - Bing - Bing! There's another murder.

State Trooper: Listen, we're not dishin' the dirt on your husband for the fun of it. We're tryin' to show you what you're up against. It ain't in the books that a man that's had that many numbers would settle down to one.

Nora Charles: Was he really like that?

State Trooper: Was he! Oh, baby!

Nora Charles: I always thought he was bragging.

Nick Charles: Madame, how long have you been leading this double life?

Nora Charles: Just since we've been married.

Nora Charles: Give me fourteen dollars and seventy-five cents.

Nick Charles: Fourteen dollars and seventy-five cents? What for?

Nora Charles: Men.

Nick Charles: Another one?

Nick Charles: You didn't have any money until I showed up.

Nora Charles: I was doing all right. I'd have gotten it.

Nora Charles: I have a husband, you know.

Gigolo Who Danced with Nora Charles at West Indies Club: A stupid American iceberg! Huh?

Nora Charles: No. He's traveled abroad.

Gigolo Who Danced with Nora Charles at West Indies Club: Oh, does he ever speak to you burning words that make you go half mad with joy and yearning?

Nora Charles: Well, he's kinda cute.

Nick Charles: I'd like to go in there by myself.

Nora Charles: You go everywhere alone. I'd like to have some fun too!

Nick Charles: [Nick finds Nora at a table surrounded by a crowd of suitors] Now Mommy, you know better than to come to place like this, your first day out of bed. What if the health officers find out? They'll put you right back in quarantine.

Nora Charles: I won't stay in quarantine! I don't care who catches it.

[the suitors quickly leave]

Estrellita: Ma'am, did he hear that or did he smell it?

Nora Charles: That's Mr. Charles, isn't it?

Estrellita: Yes'm.

Nora Charles: This is a cocktail, isn't it?

Estrellita: Yes'm.

Nora Charles: They'll get together.

'Spider' Webb: Hiya Nick.

Nick Charles: Hiya Spider.

'Spider' Webb: Where ya' been? How come I ain't seen ya' around?

Nick Charles: I've been around. Where you been?

'Spider' Webb: I ain't been around.

Nick Charles: No? In stir?

'Spider' Webb: I was the victim of circumstances. The D.A. framed me, not knowin' I was guilty. Ain't that a coincidence?

Nick Charles: Yeah. Spider, I want you to meet Mrs. Charles. Dear, this is Spider Webb.

'Spider' Webb: You're Nick's wife?

Nora Charles: Yeah. Ain't that a coincidence?

Nora Charles: He's getting more like his father everyday.

Estrellita: He sure is. This morning he was playing with a corkscrew.

Nora Charles: Follow that car, quick!

Cab Driver: Yes, ma'am!

[Drives off after cab, leaving Nora and Molly on the sidewalk]

Lieutenant Abrams: You know that jockey Golez, the one who was caught throwing the fourth race yesterday? He was shot.

Nora Charles: My, they're strict at this track!

Nick Charles: Well, gentlemen and ladies we have our murderer.

Nora Charles: Nicky, I can't stand it! Was it me?

Nick Charles: Mommy, he's a great kid. I'm much obliged.

Nora Charles: Oh, it was nothing. Any time.

Nora Charles: With the $2 dinner, you get machine guns.

Lieutenant Abrams: [Reading the "laundry list" found in Whitey Barrow's pocket] Three bloomers, twenty-five kimonos, ten slips, five panties, fifteen chemises.

Nora Charles: Sounds like wash day at Vassar.

Nora Charles: Did Daddy read you a story?

Nick Charles Jr.: Yes.

Nora Charles: Tell Mommy the story.

Nick Charles Jr.: Son-of-a-Gun is 40 to 1.

Nick Charles: Oh, honey...

Nora Charles: I'll be with you in two shakes of a cocktail.

Nick Charles: Cocktail? Cocktail? I think I'll try one of those things.

Nora Charles: Let's see if you can pick one winner for me, right now.

Nick Charles: What? A dress? Oh, sugar, winners all I pick nothing else as. Of course, here you are, right there. That's my favorite!

Nora Charles: Oh, Nicky, that's a nightgown.

Nick Charles: It's still my favorite.

Nora Charles: Either I'm dreaming or I've lived through this before.

Lieutenant Abrams: Funny how I meet you at all my homicides.

Nick Charles: Well, we won't be at this one long.

Nora Charles: Nicky, do something before they both convict themselves.

Nora Charles: Oh, Nicky, you know you click better when I'm around.

Nick Charles: I tell you what, you go home, cold cream that lovely face, slip into an exciting negligee...

Nora Charles: Yes.

Nick Charles: And I'll see you at breakfast.

Nora Charles: Hey, what about me? I mean us?

Nick Charles: Oh, this is a stag. Look, Mommy, you drink up some of your winnings. Ah, barkeeper, eh, bring Mrs. Charles 240 martinis, eh, we won't be long.

Nora Charles: I've heard that before. Come on, Molly.