- Alice White: You and your Scotland Yard! If it weren't for Edgar Wallace, no one would ever have heard of it.
- Gossiping Neighbour: A good clean honest whack over the 'ead with a brick is one thing. There's something British about that. But knives? Nope. Knives is not right. I must say, that is what I think and that is what I feel. Whatever the provocation, I could never use a knife. Now, mind you, a knife is a difficult thing to handle. I mean any knife... a knife... a knife... a knife...
- Det. Frank Webber: You haven't seen "Finger Prints." I'd like to see that. Uh, still, it's about Scotland Yard. Might be amusing. They're bound to get all the details wrong.
- Alice White: I don't see why. I did hear they got a real criminal to direct it, so as to be on the safe side.
- [last lines]
- Policeman: Did she tell you who did it?
- Det. Frank Webber: Yes.
- Policeman: You want to look out. She'll be losing your job, my boy. I say, I suppose we should soon have lady detectives up at the Yard, eh? And I should be all right out the door, won't I?
- The Artist: Have you ever seen an artist studio?
- Alice White: No. I'd love to.
- The Artist: Come up and see mine.
- Alice White: Oh, I can't now. Another time.
- The Artist: Why not now?
- Alice White: Well, its so late.
- The Artist: Are you frightened?
- Alice White: No. Of course not.
- The Artist: Then why not now?
- Alice White: No, really. Thanks, awfully. I must be getting home.
- The Artist: You are frightened.
- Alice White: I'm certainly not. It will take more than a man to frighten me.
- Mr. White: What's wrong, Alice? You're not a very cheerful this morning?
- Gossiping Neighbour: You do look a bit peaky, I must say.
- Tracy: Perhaps its rather fortunate that your little secret only came into the hands of a man like me. Do you know, there are some men who would make money out of a thing like that? What a chance for blackmail. Oh, oh, that's awful. I couldn't do a thing like that.
- Tracy: Look, here, Miss, you tell him! Tell him that he's playing with fire. And we shall all of us burn our fingers.
- The Artist: [singing] Drink a cocktail or two, Why this alarm, For there's really no harm, In the beautiful things that you do, You've a heart of gold, So let them nag and scold, You're absolutely great, Miss Up-To-Date.
- Gossiping Neighbour: Well, I must be going. I can't stand here gossiping all day like some people. Chatter, chatter, chatter! Give 'em a chance to talk about other people's business and I'll take it.
- Mr. White: Hello, Frank. I say, have you heard about our murder?
- Det. Frank Webber: Yes. They put me on it.
- Mr. White: Have they! That's good, isn't it? Well, I hope you get 'em, Frank.
- Mrs. White: If they do, that'll mean a promotion, won't it?
- Gossiping Neighbour: Do you reckon you'll get 'em soon?
- Det. Frank Webber: Well, I-I don't know.
- Tracy: I want the best cigar in the shop.
- Mr. White: Certainly, sir! Perhaps you'd like the telephone while I get it down?
- Tracy: No, thanks. That can wait.
- Mr. White: Very well, sir. What sort of a cigar would you like, sir? I've got - I've got Henry Clay or a Corona Corona?
- Tracy: Corona.
- Mr. White: Certainly, sir.
- Tracy: Look here, Frank, why can't we both of us chuck the whole thing now? I've got nothing against you. You've got nothing against me. Except, of course, I had some cash from you, but, well, I wasn't serious!