Kenneth Bartlett: I'm going so far away, I won't even know what year it is!
Charles Charley Jasper: Ooh, fudge!
Helen Bartlett: Do you remember what Ken said last night?
Daisy McClure: You mean, when the three of us had gone to bed?
Helen Bartlett: You've got to take the case. You just can't represent people who aren't guilty. You can't afford to.
Darsey: I questioned her and she confessed to the murder. Then she denied it. Then she confessed again. Then she denied it.
Daisy McClure: He can't expose you without putting his own pants in the chair!
Tony Krauch: Uh, uh. Uh, Mr. Bartlett, that man of mine.
Kenneth Bartlett: What about him?
Tony Krauch: Well, he's took up with some no-good gal in town and spendin' all the money I makes takin' her out Susie-Q'in' and such.
Helen Bartlett: Oh, that's a shame. Susie-Q'in', huh?
Tony Krauch: Yes'm. And, uh - uh, Mr. Bartlett, I was wonderin'. Well, speakin' right to the point, if I lets go with a few well-aimed bullets, does you think you can get me off with the law okay?
Charles Charley Jasper: You bore me. Fill my glass.
George: Yeah, where's your money?
Charles Charley Jasper: What is money? Pathetic scraps of metal, paper crawling with germs. Fill my glass.
George: Yeah, as soon as you toss a few germs my way.
Helen Bartlett: If you get Tony Krauch acquitted, Mrs. Zimmerman has another cousin, a lady cousin, who wants a divorce! Ken, this is the biggest break you've ever had.
Kenneth Bartlett: Think of this all, of you, Helen Bartlett is not Helen Bartlett alone. Helen Bartlett is womankind. Has not womankind the sacred right to protect herself at any cost?
Helen Bartlett: If you'd only let me go out and get a job.
Kenneth Bartlett: I'm taking care of you.
Helen Bartlett: A lot of wives work - even millionaires' wives.
Kenneth Bartlett: Oh, but that's different. They work because they're bored and not as a signal to the rest of the worid that their husbands need help. If you went to work, I'd be a confessed failure and I'm not that - yet.
Helen Bartlett: You know, this is the first time I've felt right since - since.
Daisy McClure: Since.
Helen Bartlett: Yeah. Since.
Ballistic Expert: I got the call about 10 o'clock Wednesday morning from the homicide bureau. I found the defendant, I mean, er, the deceased, laying, er, lying face down on the floor, I mean the rug. So I examined the uh, rug, or, er, uh, the body, and found that death was caused by two bullets, fired into his range, I mean, two bullets fired at close range into his lead, er, head.
Darsey: There he sits! There he sits, the man that you thought loved you, but he don't love you anymore. He just told ya. So you stand, looking at this man - lookin'and hatin' as only a dame can hate.! All of a sudden, out comes your gun and bam!
Helen Bartlett: Bam! Bam!
Darsey: Bam. Bam. Uh, Krayler topples off the chair Wham! On the floor, dead as a doughnut. You fly out on the lam.
Daisy McClure: Helen, if you think you can hold down a job six days a week without Ken knowing it.
Helen Bartlett: It's five days a week.
Daisy McClure: Well, all right, five. I still say that.
Helen Bartlett: And dollars a week and three hours a day. And guess what I am?
Daisy McClure: No, thanks.
Charles Charley Jasper: Where is our liquor? Not the guest soup, the private stock.
Helen Bartlett: Look at me, just a poor, trusting working girl, until I meet Otto at a gay house party.
Charles Charley Jasper: I, Charles Jasper, utmost in criminologists, committed the perfect crime. And who stole the glory of my deed? Who writes childish articles, gives stupid lectures? Who has lived to see her husband grow sleek and fat upon the fruits of the stolen crime? My crime! Thief!
Kenneth Bartlett: I thought he was a queer sorta duck.
Charles Charley Jasper: You know, there was a moment when this was almost mine, when my destiny came within one iota of being fulfilled. But that is life. Good day, my dear fellow.
