Murder on a Bridle Path

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
There ain't a dame on earth I can't forget in six months.

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
[sarcastically] Hildegarde, you're as funny as a cry for help.

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
[In frustration] Well, I'm a speckled ape!

Hildegarde Withers:
[Dryly] This is no time for a confession, Oscar.

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
I don't see why I always have to miss my breakfast for these accidents!

Hildegarde Withers:
[Arriving on the scene to hear Oscar's complaint] I had an uncle who thought the World War would have been an accident.

Hildegarde Withers:
How long have you worked around here?

'High-Pockets':
About three months, Ma'am... not countin' the week I was in jail.

Hildegarde Withers:
What were you doing in jail?

'High-Pockets':
Shootin' craps.

Hildegarde Withers:
No, I mean what did they put you in jail for?

'High-Pockets':
Shootin' craps.

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
Hildegarde, this may be what the French call a crime of passion.

Hildegarde Withers:
Oscar, don't you think we ought to try to keep this case clean?

Hildegarde Withers:
[to Eddie] I have a great deal of influence with Inspector Piper. We roomed together in college.

Hildegarde Withers:
You're a fine fellow, High Pockets.

'High-Pockets':
Yes, Ma'am, I sure am.

Hildegarde Withers:
And I know I can trust you to keep quiet about all you told me, understand?

'High-Pockets':
Yes, Ma'am, Miss Withers, when I keeps quiet, I keeps quiet aaalll over.

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
[as Hildegarde tries to get into the police car with Oscar] Well, where do you think you're goin'? What are you always following me for?

Hildegarde Withers:
I don't know, Oscar. I guess it's because you always bring out the mother in me.

Hildegarde Withers:
[Going into the old, dark Gregg Mansion] This place would be great for an embalmers' convention!

Hildegarde Withers:
You're a good boy, High Pockets, and I think you'll go far.

'High-Pockets':
Yes, Ma'am, how far should I go?

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
[Seeing Hildegarde going through a pair of empty pants] Are you sure you were never married?

Hildegarde Withers:
There's a time and place to be funny.

Hildegarde Withers:
How can you find out if a man has false teeth?

Police Insp. Oscar Piper:
Get 'im mad enough to bite yuh.

'High-Pockets':
[to himself] This sure is gonna be a bad mornin'. Sun coming up red. Everybody's acting more like snapping turtles than white folks. Yes sir!