- Hildegarde Withers: How long have you worked around here?
- 'High-Pockets': About three months, Ma'am... not countin' the week I was in jail.
- Hildegarde Withers: What were you doing in jail?
- 'High-Pockets': Shootin' craps.
- Hildegarde Withers: No, I mean what did they put you in jail for?
- 'High-Pockets': Shootin' craps.
- Police Insp. Oscar Piper: [In frustration] Well, I'm a speckled ape!
- Hildegarde Withers: [Dryly] This is no time for a confession, Oscar.
- Police Insp. Oscar Piper: I don't see why I always have to miss my breakfast for these accidents!
- Hildegarde Withers: [Arriving on the scene to hear Oscar's complaint] I had an uncle who thought the World War would have been an accident.
- Police Insp. Oscar Piper: Hildegarde, this may be what the French call a crime of passion.
- Hildegarde Withers: Oscar, don't you think we ought to try to keep this case clean?
- Hildegarde Withers: [to Eddie] I have a great deal of influence with Inspector Piper. We roomed together in college.
- Police Insp. Oscar Piper: [as Hildegarde tries to get into the police car with Oscar] Well, where do you think you're goin'? What are you always following me for?
- Hildegarde Withers: I don't know, Oscar. I guess it's because you always bring out the mother in me.
- Hildegarde Withers: You're a good boy, High Pockets, and I think you'll go far.
- 'High-Pockets': Yes, Ma'am, how far should I go?
- Police Insp. Oscar Piper: [Seeing Hildegarde going through a pair of empty pants] Are you sure you were never married?
- Hildegarde Withers: There's a time and place to be funny.
- Hildegarde Withers: How can you find out if a man has false teeth?
- Police Insp. Oscar Piper: Get 'im mad enough to bite yuh.
- Hildegarde Withers: You're a fine fellow, High Pockets.
- 'High-Pockets': Yes, Ma'am, I sure am.
- Hildegarde Withers: And I know I can trust you to keep quiet about all you told me, understand?
- 'High-Pockets': Yes, Ma'am, Miss Withers, when I keeps quiet, I keeps quiet aaalll over.
- Hildegarde Withers: [Going into the old, dark Gregg Mansion] This place would be great for an embalmers' convention!
- 'High-Pockets': [to himself] This sure is gonna be a bad mornin'. Sun coming up red. Everybody's acting more like snapping turtles than white folks. Yes sir!