- [discussing the murder of his partner]
- Kenneth Martin: I lost my wife a few years ago, Mr. Shayne and now Harry. I read something once; something that applies to him. You don't lose a man like that by his death - only by your own.
- [Shayne bursts into a room thinking a murder is about to occur only to discover a photographer is only shooting the cover for a lurid paperback]
- Michael Shayne: Say, is it always like this?
- Bob Price: Oh, you get used to it. You know, she's the third blonde we've killed today. Sometimes the covers sell more books than the writers.
- Michael Shayne: My name is Mike Shayne. I'm a private investigator.
- Lois Fuller: Who hired you? Lew?
- Michael Shayne: Who's Lew?
- Lois Fuller: The guy who did this!
- [Lois shows Mike an ugly bruise]
- Michael Shayne: Husband or boyfriend?
- Lois Fuller: Husband. He likes to show his affection.
- [last lines]
- [while Mike patiently explained to Lucy and Tim how he cracked the case, Dick has been playing the bongos with a jazz combo]
- Dick Hamilton: Did you like it, Sis?
- Lucy Hamilton: Well... it was loud.
- Michael Shayne: Getting better.
- Dick Hamilton: Tim?
- Tim Rourke: Are you finished?
- Dick Hamilton: Yeah.
- [Tim removes the cotton he had jammed in his ears]
- Tim Rourke: Well, now that I can hear again - Mike, there are a few questions I'd like to ask you about the Wheeler case.
- Michael Shayne: Oh, no!