Rear Window1954

Lt. Doyle:
Lars Thorwald is no more a murderer than I am.

Jeff:
You mean to say you can explain everything that's gone on over there and is still going on?

Lt. Doyle:
No, and neither can you. That's a secret, private world you're looking into out there. People do a lot of things in private that they couldn't possibly explain in public.

Lisa:
Like disposing of their wives.

Lt. Doyle:
Get that idea out of your mind. It will only lead in the wrong direction.

Jeff:
What about the knife and the saw?

Lt. Doyle:
Did you ever own a saw?

Jeff:
At home in the garage, I had...

Lt. Doyle:
How many people did you cut up with it? Or with the couple of hundred knives you probably owned in your life? Your logic is backward.

Lisa:
You can't ignore the wife disappearing and the trunk and the jewelry.

Lt. Doyle:
I checked the railroad station. He bought a ticket. Ten minutes later, he put his wife on the train. Destination? Meritsville. The witnesses are that deep.

Lisa:
That might have been a woman, but it couldn't have been Mrs. Thorwald. That jewelry...

Lt. Doyle:
Look, Miss Fremont. That uh, feminine intuition stuff sells magazines but in real life, it's still a fairy tale. I don't know how many wasted years I've spent tracking down leads based on female intuition....

[Lisa goes into the kitchen]

Lt. Doyle:
[looking at Lisa's open overnight bag] Do you tell your landlord everything?

Jeff:
I told you to be careful, Tom.

Lt. Doyle:
If I'd have been careful piloting that reconnaissance plane during the war, you wouldn't have had the chance to take the pictures that won you a medal and a good job and fame and money.