A Gun, a Car, a Blonde

Jade:
How can I hold anything against you when you hold me against you?

Richard:
[voiceover] You'd think there oughta be a legal limit on the length of legs. You'd think the Gam Squad oughta drop the hook on Mrs. Norfleet and toss her into the cooler and throw away the key.

Richard:
[voiceover] You think it looks kinda modest for the house of a nastily rich young widow. But you're just a low-rent flatfoot with whiskey breath and holes in his socks. What do you know about the rich?