Sky Murder

Bartholomew:
[Grabbing a drink tray] I'll take that!

Sutter, Grand's Butler:
Who are you? You're no waiter!

Bartholomew:
Sir, I'm not only a waiter, I'm a bee man, a G-man, and a he-man!

Cortland Grand:
[to all those present in his house] This is Nick Carter. I won't tell him your names because he has a habit of finding things out for himself.

Bartholomew:
[as Bartholomew suddenly comes in the door] Bartholomew reports.

Nick Carter:
Look, will you scram?

Bartholomew:
Never! Your assistant goes where you go.

Nick Carter:
[In frustration] Beeswax, didn't I tell you before I left New York that this was merely a pleasure jaunt?

Bartholomew:
Ah, but I never know when crime will rear its ugly kid.

Bartholomew:
[Taking out two guns in the back seat and pointing them in opposite directions and then talking to the driver] Stop the car immediately, sir! I you fail, you're a dead mam.

Dr. Crattan:
How did you arrive at that conclusion?

Bartholomew:
[Matter-of-factly] I'll shoot him.

Senator Monrose:
[Referring to Pat] Why, anything you say. Do you mind if I remark the young lady is very attractive.

Nick Carter:
I'll say, she is like a magnet. She attracts steel, bombs, gunpowder, and sudden death.

Christine Cross:
I got a clue for you. It has something to do with cake.

Nick Carter:
Cut me a slice, honey.

Nick Carter:
Well, and one more thing - would you be afraid of getting a knife in the back?

Senator Monrose:
Son, I've been a politician for forty years. A knife in the back is an old story for me.