Murder Is My Business

Tim Rourke, Reporter:
You be a nice girl and have a good time.

Phyllis Hamilton:
Why don't you make up your mind?

Eleanor Renslow Ramsey:
Arnold - the fact that I'm your wife, if for no other reason, should be cause to insist that I be treated with decent respect.

Arnold Ramsey:
Well, it must be your fault to some extent that they've gotten so completely out of control.

Eleanor Renslow Ramsey:
How can you say that? I tried desperately to win their trust and affection!

Arnold Ramsey:
You could have been a little more generous.

Eleanor Renslow Ramsey:
I said *win* not *buy* their affection.

Michael Shayne:
[to the Ramsey's butler] My hat, Marmaduke.

Archibauld, the Butler:
The name, sir, is Archibauld.

Michael Shayne:
Well, don't feel to bad about it. It could happen to anyone.

[waving the newspaper with Tim's article]

Detective Pete Rafferty:
What's the idea of this hogwash in the afternoon paper? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?

Michael Shayne:
Why should I when you do such a good job for yourself?

Buell Renslow:
[referring to Carl Meldrum] I seem to remember that he was in the pen for being a swindler. He'd better remember that I was there for killin' the guy that double-crossed me.

Michael Shayne:
I'll give you a line on the story I want in the afternoon paper. I'm going out to the Chariot Arms. C'mon, I'll drop you off at the office.

Tim Rourke, Reporter:
Okay, but I don't see what you can do with a lot of hogwash.

Michael Shayne:
What have I got to lose?

Tim Rourke, Reporter:
Nothin' but my job.