You Don't Pay A Prostitute For Sex,

Nora: "how Do You Feel?" Nick: "terrible. I Must've Gone To Bed Sober.

My Way Of Learning Is To Heave A Wild And Unpredictable Monkey-wrench Into The Machinery.

I Couldn't Be Fonder Of You If You Were My Own Son. But, Well, If You Lose A Son, Its Possible To Get Another. There's Only One Maltese Falcon.

Listen, Darling, Tomorrow I'll Buy You A Whole Lot Of Detective Stories, But Don't Worry Your Pretty Little Head Over Mysteries Tonight.

The Cheaper The Crook, The Gaudier The Patter.