Mark McPherson: I suspect nobody and everybody. I am strictly trying to get at the truth.
Barton Keyes: Walter, you're all washed up.
Philip Marlowe: Now this is beginning to make sense, in a screwy sort of a way. I get dragged in and get money shoved at me. I get pushed out and get money shoved at me. Everybody pushes me in, everybody pushes me out. Nobody wants me to DO anything. OK, put a check in the mail. I cost a lot not to do anything. I get restless. Throw in a trip to Mexico.
Richard Wanley: The flesh is still strong, but the spirit grows weaker by the hour. You know, even if the spirit of adventure should rise up before me and beckon, even in the form of that alluring young woman in the window next door, I'm afraid that all I'll do is clutch my coat a little tighter, mutter something idiotic and run like the devil.
Dr. Michael Barkstane: Not before you got her number, I hope?
Richard Wanley: Probably.
Willi Hilfe: We thought you'd been killed.
Stephen Neale: Not quite.