Blonde for a Day

[Mike's best friend, Tim Rourke, has been shot]

Inspector Pete Rafferty:
The police are handling this case and we haven't asked for any outside help.

Michael Shayne:
I don't feel like fighting with you, Rafferty. All I want is the person responsible for *that*.

Inspector Pete Rafferty:
So does everyone. What do you supposed a detective bureau is for?

Michael Shayne:
I've often wondered.

[Phyllis finds Mike sitting on the floor of Tim's apartment rubbing his chin]

Phyllis Hamilton:
Oh, now you look natural. Mike Shayne, can't I leave you for an hour without you getting beaten up?

Michael Shayne:
Seems like old times. I guess I was getting soft.

Phyllis Hamilton:
Are you hurt?

Michael Shayne:
No. No, just my vanity.

[addressing Brenner when his two henchmen enter his office]

Michael Shayne:
Ah, the affidavit collectors. Of course, they're not working for you - or will you fool me and tell me the truth?

Burly Henchman:
How come Bugeye let him in?

Michael Shayne:
Bugeye is now Shuteye. He's a sucker for a left.

[to Mike after he confronts Brenner and his thugs]

Phyllis Hamilton:
What, no black eye?

Michael Shayne:
It's the day off for the strong-arm boys. They only work five days a week now, you know - union regulations.

Michael Shayne:
Is Mrs. Smith a brunette?

Doorman:
No sir! You never seen a blonde like that lady. Why, she'd shine in the dark!

Michael Shayne:
There's too many blondes in this case. I'm having blonde nightmares. I hope I never see another blonde as long as I live.

Phyllis Hamilton:
May I have that in writing?

Michael Shayne:
...With options.

[last lines]

Phyllis Hamilton:
Tim, notice anything strange about Mike?

Tim Rourke:
No. What?

Phyllis Hamilton:
This is the first time he ever got through a case without being laid out like a rug.

Michael Shayne:
Let me tell you one thing - nobody ever lays Mike Shayne out like a rug!

[a nurse entering Tim's room slams the door into Mike's head, knocking him out]

Tim Rourke:
[talking on the telephone] Give me the Admission desk... Send another bed up to Room 216.

[interviewing an African-American doorman]

Michael Shayne:
I'm in the market for some information.

Doorman:
You've come to the right market, suh... the black market. Sellin' information is what I is most fond of.