Sleepers West

Michael Shayne:
Madame, my card!

Kay Bentley:
[reading] Michael Shayne, Private Detective!

Michael Shayne:
Mmmm-hmmm!

Kay Bentley:
Sleeping on your own time now, huh?

Michael Shayne:
Yep! Oh, and meeting a much finer class of thugs!

Michael Shayne:
[after reading a newspaper article] Hey, get this! Here's a guy who's got 26 kids. Must be driven stork mad!

Kay Bentley:
My editor wants a feature story - the woman's angle!

Michael Shayne:
Oh, tear gas, huh?

Kay Bentley:
Mike, when I interview him, would it be all right if I mention your name?

Michael Shayne:
Yeah, sure, if you wanna hear some new words.

Kay Bentley:
She's an old schoolmate of mine from grammar school.

Michael Shayne:
I haven't seen any old girls.

Kay Bentley:
Oh, she's not old - about my age.

Michael Shayne:
And still goin' to grammar school? My, she's a little mentally round-shouldered!

Leander:
[after discovering a suitcase full of cash] Mmmm-mmmm! Boy, what a crap game I could have with this! Get me behind me, Satan and tie my hands! Lordy, Lordy! Why wasn't I born with a little larceny in my soul?

Leander:
When the suitcase busted open, it just splattered money! Must've been $20,000 or $25,000. Maybe $30,000!

Porter:
Mmmm-mmm! He must be one of those Wall Street typhoons!

Leander:
From the way that money flew, he's the whole hurricane!

Tom Linscott:
Smoke?

Michael Shayne:
No, thanks. Wrong vice!

Kay Bentley:
I think I'll have the #5: the double hamburger with the relish and the hot ketchup, the ground glass and the melted cheese with plenty of onions!

Brakeman:
[alarmed at the speed the train is traveling] If you keep this up, you'll be getting more than a watch! They'll be fittin' you for a wooden suit!

Traindriver McGowan:
And an extra pair of pants for you, squirt!

Michael Shayne:
[seeing the door of his train compartment open] Come in.

Carl Izzard:
Good evening, Mr. Shayne, my name is...

Michael Shayne:
Carl Izzard!

Carl Izzard:
How'd ya know?

Michael Shayne:
I don't know. You just look like a guy who'd have a name like Izzard!

Michael Shayne:
[seeing Kay's arm caught in the drop-down berth] Put a torch in your hand and you could pass for the Statue of Liberty.

Michael Shayne:
We can lose ourselves in the Frisco fog and just kick the town around generally.

Kay Bentley:
Oh, Mike, I'd love to, but I've gotta get back to Denver.

Michael Shayne:
Look, just give me two days, and then if I don't put a ring on your finger, I guarantee to put a couple under your eyes.