The Blue Dahlia

Leo:
Just don't get too complicated, Eddie. When a man gets too complicated, he's unhappy. And when he's unhappy, his luck runs out.

Eddie Harwood:
Am I under suspicion?

Captain Hendrickson:
I don't know. How do you feel about it?

Johnny Morrison:
[after being picked up] You gotta have more sense than to take chances with strangers like this.

Joyce Harwood:
It's funny but practically all the people were strangers when I met them. I'm going to Malibu. Is that any use to you?

Johnny Morrison:
What's in Malibu?

Joyce Harwood:
Houses, people. I have some friends there.

Buzz Wanchek:
[sitting down at the bar with two friends] Bourbon straight with a bourbon chaser.

Johnny Morrison:
Same.

George Copeland:
Two separate glasses. Get it?

Bartender at Gus':
Why wouldn't I get it?

Johnny Morrison:
[to the partygoers] Seems I've lost my manners or would anyone here know the difference?

The 'wolf' at bar:
Hey, you, that's my seat!

Buzz Wanchek:
[with contempt] Go pick yourself an orchid!

Man recommending a motel:
[walking into the cheap motel] Clean sheets every day they tell me.

Johnny Morrison:
How often do they change the fleas?

'Dad' Newell:
[examining Helen's body] Been dead for hours.

Mr. Hughes, assistant hotel manager:
Suicide?

'Dad' Newell:
Could be.

Mr. Hughes, assistant hotel manager:
Better be!

'Dad' Newell:
Unh-unh! Too much gun!

Johnny Morrison:
I'm sorry, but nothing seems funny to me tonight. It all blows up in your face sometimes.

Joyce Harwood:
What does?

Johnny Morrison:
Whatever you're doing, whereever you're going.

Corelli, motel operator:
You still want that room?

Johnny Morrison:
[sarcastically] You sure nobody's dead in it?

Corelli, motel operator:
[leading him to the room] Right back this way. You live in San Francisco?

Johnny Morrison:
[laconically] Yeah, when I'm there.

Eddie Harwood:
Drink?

'Dad' Newell:
Don't mind if I do but easy on the water.

Joyce Harwood:
Well, don't you even say 'Good night'?

Johnny Morrison:
It's good-bye, and it's tough to say good-bye.

Joyce Harwood:
Why is it? You've never seen me before tonight.

Johnny Morrison:
Every guy's seen you before somewhere. The trick is to find you.

'Dad' Newell:
Well, I guess I better be goin', Mr. Harwood.

Eddie Harwood:
Wait a minute - you forgot your cigar.

'Dad' Newell:
Oh.

Eddie Harwood:
I think it's out.

Eddie Harwood:
[he lights it] Cigars go out awful easy, don't they, Dad?

Eddie Harwood:
[he blows out his lighter for emphasis] Good night.

Joyce Harwood:
[sitting with Johnny in a convertible in the hills overlooking Los Angeles] It takes a lot of lights to make a city, doesn't it?

'Dad' Newell:
Let me see. I seem to have misplaced your name for he moment.

Buzz Wanchek:
Where were you keepin' it?

Eddie Harwood:
I know I've got lots of faults, but being in love with you isn't one of them, is it?

Eddie Harwood:
Half the cops in L.A. are looking for you.

Johnny Morrison:
Only half?

Helen Morrison:
I take all the drinks I like, any time, any place. I go where I want to with anybody I want. I just happen to be that kind of a girl.

Johnny Morrison:
[discovering his wife in close proximity to Harwood] You've got the wrong lipstick on, Mister.

Joyce Harwood:
[Joyce offers Johnny a lift in the rain] Get in. [Johnny hesitates] Well, you could get wetter if you lie down in the gutter.

Capt. Hendrickson:
How much did you up the ante on her when her husband came home? What did she threaten to do, get you fired? Or was she going to have Harwood's friends give you the treatment? Maybe she was going to blow a hole in you herself, only she wouldn't know how to handle that kind of a gun. All you had to do was grab it out of her hand. I guess even a very cheap blackmailer could do that.

"Dad" Newell:
Cheap, huh? Sure, a cigar and a drink and a couple of dirty bucks. That's all it costs to buy me. That's what she thought. Found out a little different, didn't she? Maybe I could get tired of being pushed around by cops and hotel managers and ritzy dames in bungalows. Maybe I could cause a little something just for once. And if I do end up in the slab... [gunfire]

Johnny Morrison:
Last night when I made myself walk out on you, remember? I said every guy had seen you before. Somewhere.

Joyce Harwood:
I remember.

Johnny Morrison:
But the trick was to find you.

Joyce Harwood:
I remember that, too. Do you think I'd ever forget it?