Susy Hendrix: You wait here, Mike. I'll be right back.
Mike Talman: [grabs her from running into Roat and Carlino still standing sliently by the front door] Wait a minute! Where are you going?
Susy Hendrix: To the studio. To Sam's studio. That's where it is.
Mike Talman: How do you know the doll's at his studio?
Susy Hendrix: Gloria just told me. You know, the little girl with the groceries. She went over there earlier today to do an errand for Sam, and she saw it. And heard it. It played a little tune.
Mike Talman: Are you sure about this?
Susy Hendrix: Yes, positive. If it hadn't been for that awful Sgt. Carlino hounding me, I could've told you earlier.
[Mike looks behind Suzy at Carlino and Roat still standing silently in which Roat mouths silently that Suzy stays while they go get it]
Mike Talman: Okay, Susy, fine. I'll go get it. Where's the studio?
Susy Hendrix: Just two blocks away. 78 West Eighth Street. It's on the top floor. And the desk is in the far corner, away from the windows. It's a big old thing with a roller top. You know the type I mean, with cubbyholes and pigeonholes and...
Mike Talman: Yeah, I know the kind you mean.
Susy Hendrix: It's in the left hand drawer, the doll. Gloria said so.
Mike Talman: Susy, I'm gonna ask you once more and this is no time for mistakes. Are you sure the little girl saw the doll at Sam's studio? Are you sure this is all true?
Susy Hendrix: I'm saving my husband's life, aren't I Mike?
Mike Talman: [walks out with Carlino and Roat] I'll be right back. You stay put. Make yourself a cup of hot coffee or something.
Susy Hendrix: Whatever you say, Mike.

Carlino: We don't work safes.
Roat: I know. But you talk. And that's why you've been invited to this party. To talk you way into that big black safe, Sergeant.
Mike Talman: There's a locked closet in the bedroom.
Roat: Oh, no, not there. It's just clothes.
Mike Talman: How do you know?
Roat: I looked.
Mike Talman: You have the key?
Roat: It's on the ledge above the door.
Mike Talman: No it isn't.
Roat: Well, they must have taken it with them.
Mike Talman: They lock the closet, but don't bolt the front door?
Roat: They're strange people; they lose dolls.

Carlino: What did she say?
Mike Talman: I told you, she just left a message.
Carlino: Happy days are here again?
Mike Talman: Ah, we'll see.

Sam Hendrix: [Susy calls his studio] Hendrix here.
Susy Hendrix: [mocking his tone] Hendrix here too.

Sam Hendrix: Susy, is that you?
Susy Hendrix: No, Batman!

Roat: [about the murdered Lisa] Well, she was trespassing, Mike... poaching. Going into the business for herself. Bad news. Things like that go on way a-half. Anarchy. No discipline, no sense of order. Bad news.

Roat: Aren't you forgetting something?
Mike Talman: We just earned the money?
[Talamn opens the door and begins to walk out]
Roat: I mean fingerprints.
[Talman stops and closes the door]
Roat: You just signed your names all over this place.
Roat: [Carlino begins wiping off finger prints off banister] Hmmm. Even if you could remember eveything you touched it would still take hours to wipe em off wouldn't it? If not days.

Roat: Did you know they wanted to kill me? I did. I knew even before they did. They were awful amateurs, and that's why you saw through them.
Susy Hendrix: I saw through you too.
Roat: No, not all the way, Suzy. Even now, not all the way. The lovely thing was the way I let them set it all up. All that silliness of meeting in the parking lot, the whole thing, they had comic book minds. So, I let them do it their way, right up to the very end. And then, topsy-turvy. Me topsy and them turvy.

Roat: Don't touch me!

Roat: DON'T TOUCH THAT!