The Case of the Velvet Claws

Leah Milnor:
I want that article out of Spicy Bits, and I want it out NOW.

Perry Mason:
Will you put the gun down please?

Leah Milnor:
Have you never read Mc Nae's Guide? That article is malicious rubbish.

Perry Mason:
Tell me who's the real owner of this blackmail rag and maybe we can make a trade.

Frank Locke, an alias of Cecil Dawson:
Do you smoke it or take it in the arm? I'm the owner!

Detective Jones:
[Banging on door with other policemen] Open the door! We want to see Perry Mason!

Spudsy Drake:
[On the inside of the locked door] Man, who do you think you are?

Detective Jones:
Herbert B. Jones of the homicide squad.

Spudsy Drake:
[shouting] Open that door, or we'll break it down!

Spudsy Drake:
Well, uh, wait'll I put my pants on, will yuh?

Detective Jones:
You've had enough time to knit a pair.

Perry Mason:
[Hanging up the phone perplexed, Perry sees the houseboy by the door] Muh lad, I'll have that glass of Scotch you offered.

Filipino houseboy:
[Initially puzzled, but he regains his wits] Scotch?... Oh, yes. Me too, sir.

Perry Mason:
Down South is a thousand miles as the crow flies, but I'm no crow.

Della Street:
[Sarcastically after Spudsy inadvertently sets fire to Perry's fee] Well, Spudsy, I've always wanted to light a cigarette with a thousand-dollar bill.

Wilbur Strong:
[Opening the door] Welcome, Mrs. Belter. Won't you come in?

Eva Belter:
Why - I thought this was Mr. Mason's suite... Mr. Perry Mason. Who are you?

Wilbur Strong:
I'm the coroner. We're expecting his death momentarily.