Radioland Murders

Penny Henderson:
I told Dexter not to smoke. If you ask me, they oughta put warning labels on those packages.

Claudette:
Caught me at a bad time, kid. I'm in.

Roger:
So am I.

Claudette:
Nobody enters my dressing room uninvited! What the hell do you think that star means?

Roger:
You're Jewish?

Claudette:
I'm the va-va-va-voom girl with the va-va-va-voom voice. Who the hell are you?

Lieutenant Cross:
I'm the Chicago cop with the sh-sh-short temper.

Katzenback:
Now you listen to me, Junior, don't you think that I don't know what's going on, because I do know, and now you know that I know.

Walt Whalen Junior:
Listen, I don't know what you know that I know, but I do know that you don't know what you think you know.

Katzenback:
Oh no?

Walt Whalen Junior:
No.

Milt Lackey:
Retire? Who'd support my mother and father?

Announcer:
And that's it from WBN in Chicago. If it wasn't clear before, it's certainly clear now; There'll never be anything quite like... radio.

Milt Lackey:
In what other business can a man my age walk out on stage, smoke a cigar, tell a few jokes, sing a few songs, and use the same color lipstick Dolores del Rio uses?

Milt Lackey:
In what other business can a man my age walk out on stage, smoke a cigar, tell a few jokes, sing a few songs, and use the same color lipstick that Dolores del Rio uses?

Wild Writer:
What if the wife bashes him over the head, with a frying pan, and then chops him up into hundreds of tiny pieces with her shiny new carving knife.

Father Writer:
No!

Son Writer:
It's a family show!

Wild Writer:
Okay, then what if she does it to the whole family?

Jules Cogley:
If you are gonna be a serious gin hound a reccomend that you develop some taste. This is rat poison.

Jules Cogley:
Oh, what the hell.