- Syd Butler: Do you know, you're beginning to get on my nerves?
- Ernie Broughton: No, but if you'll hum it... I can remember the tune.
- Everett Sloane: I'm not convinced your friend is the fool he makes himself out to be.
- Ernie Broughton: Oh, yes I am.
- Ernie Broughton: I'm a beneficiary.
- Syd Butler: You filthy swine. How long can they give you for that?
- Linda Dickson: It's ridiculous. He wouldn't hurt a fly.
- Everett Sloane: The young man's attitude toward insect life does not concern us, Miss Dickson.
- Ernie Broughton: Well, why do I always have to stay with the women.
- Syd Butler: Because somebody's got to look after you.
- Ernie Broughton: Mr. Sloane, what did my poor uncle die of?
- Everett Sloane: He died of status lymphaticus.
- Ernie Broughton: What's that?
- Everett Sloane: It's a glandular disturbance, brought on by shock.
- Ernie Broughton: Ah, shock. Oh, electric?
- Everett Sloane: No, fear. Good night, Mr. Broughton.
- Ernie Broughton: Some fellas have got it and some fellas don't.
- Syd Butler: Well, if you've got it mate, I don't know where you're hiding it.
- Everett Sloane: I'm afraid I must point out that failure to attend the reading may have serious, if not fatal consequences.
- Ernie Broughton: All right, then. If you think more of your stomach than my good fortune.
- Syd Butler: I do.
- Arkwright: Who's been murdered?
- Ernie Broughton: Dr. Edward, Janet, Malcolm.
- Arkwright: [Writing it down] Dr. Edward Janet Malcolm. Where's the body?
- Syd Butler: Body? Bodies. There's three of 'em.
- Arkwright: Three?
- Syd Butler: Edward Broughton, Janet Broughton and Malcolm Broughton.