Oscar Farrar: Incidentally, I picked up your last two paychecks. It was barely enough to pay for my plane ticket down here. Didn't even leave me enough to buy you a present! I feel like a cad.
Georgia Garrett: You crook. You can go to jail for that.
Oscar Farrar: Marry me and you won't have to testify against me.

Oscar Farrar: To think we gave up a perfectly good rib!

Michael Kent: Are you a good detective?
Peter Virgil: Naturally, why?
Michael Kent: Where did you do your traning?
Peter Virgil: In the army. Intelligence G2.
Michael Kent: Well how are you at the job?
Peter Virgil: We won the war didn't we?

Michael Kent: My wife is leaving day after tomorrow on a South American cruise and, well, she insists on going without me.
Peter Virgil: Hm. And to a man of your suspicious nature that means only one thing: Another man on the boat.
Michael Kent: Well, you see, I don't know, but that's what I want you to find out.
Peter Virgil: Well, you've come to the right man. I have handled so many of these cases.
[phone rings]
Peter Virgil: Excuse me.
[picks up phone]
Peter Virgil: Hello?...Oh yes, how are you?...Well, certainly I shadowed your wife. I hate to tell you this, but you were right, she's been two-timing you.
[we hear a thud on the other end of the line]
Peter Virgil: Hello? Hello?
[aside to Mr. Kent]
Peter Virgil: He fainted.
[hangs up phone]
Peter Virgil: Sometimes there's a shot. Now where were we?
Michael Kent: Well, Mr. Virgil, I want you to get on the same boat with my wife and shadow her.
Peter Virgil: Hey now, wait a minute! That means I'll have to leave all of my business!
Michael Kent: I'll make it up to you.
Peter Virgil: Well, I can tell you right now without batting an eyelash it'll cost you $1000 a week.
Michael Kent: Well, that's a little steep, isn't it, old boy?
Peter Virgil: Yes, yes it is, but, uh, I'll probably get seasick.
Michael Kent: Well, all right, all right, I'll book your passage.
Peter Virgil: Hm. Now, uh, move your chair a little closer, will you? There's a little confidential information I must have.
[phone rings]
Peter Virgil: Excuse me.
[picks up phone]
Peter Virgil: Hello?
[we hear a gunshot on the other end of the line]
Peter Virgil: Well, whaddya know? He didn't even wait for me to tell him!