Tension

Mrs. Claire Quimby:
I've got what I'm looking for and I'm gonna grab it while I've got the chance. A real man. There's nothing to talk about. It was different in San Diego - you were kind of cute in your uniform. You were full of laughs then. Well, you're all laughed out now.

Police Lt. Collier Bonnabel:
I work on people - suspects. Play up to their strengths, pour it on their weaknesses. You know, I only know one way, one thing that breaks 'em wide open - tension.

Cop outside Quimby's cell:
Where's the gun Quimby?

Warren Quimby:
Where's the gun? Why don't you ask my wife? Barney Deager was her friend, not mine. She was at his house, not me. Why don't you ask her? Maybe she'll tell you that too. Go on, ask her!, ask her!, ask her!

Mrs. Claire Quimby:
Why don't you save that for the cops?

Warren Quimby:
Let them come, I've got nothing to hide, I'll tell them the truth.

Mrs. Claire Quimby:
Fine, fine - and what's the truth? Tell that you hated Barney Deager? To tell 'em that you hated Barney Deager so much you could have killed him? Why don't you tell 'em that he kicked you off the place? That he beat ya up? Tell 'em that he stole your wife.

[first lines]

Police Lt. Collier Bonnabel:
I'm Collier Bonnabel. I'm a cop. I'm a Lieutenant Detective in, uh, Homicide. That's a fancy name for murder.

Artie, Newspaperman:
[approaching Bonnabel in a bar] Lieutenant, what are you working on?

Police Lt. Collier Bonnabel:
Irish whiskey.

Police Lt. Collier Bonnabel:
You're talking to me, Claire. That's like talking to an old friend. I know you from way back.

Mrs. Claire Quimby:
So?...

Police Lt. Collier Bonnabel:
So - I got a file on you goes back further than you'd like to remember and up to where you wish you could forget.

Warren Quimby:
He was a liquor salesman. Big car and big bankroll. He was...

Mrs. Claire Quimby:
He was full of laughs!

Police Lt. Edgar 'Blackie' Gonsales:
[chuckling] He's full of lead now!