The Ex-Mrs. Bradford

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Don't tell him what happened.

Paula Bradford:
I don't know what happened!

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Neither do I.

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
What *is* a cocktail dress?

Paula Bradford:
Something to spill cocktails on.

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Say, what is this... a frame-up?

Paula Bradford:
Oh, well, you know, "Great minds..."

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
No, I don't know any great minds.

[Brad and Paula in the morgue]

Paula Bradford:
My goodness, that looks just like a refrigerator. What is it?

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
A refrigerator.

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
[to Nick Martel] In exactly twenty-eight minutes I have to start opening a gentleman's stomach. Maybe I can do as much for you some day.

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Murphy, you're manna from heaven.

Paula Bradford:
You mean that manna's here again?

Nick Martel:
I didn't know you went in for opening safes, Doc.

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Oh, we surgeons open anything.

Taxi Driver:
[Cabbie is told to pull over] Hey, what's the idea? You can't hire a hack to go half a block!

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
[Deftly] My man, you are mistaken. I've done it. [He gives the cabbie a large bill] Forget the change. [the cabbie is evidently satisfied and drives off]

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
[to Paula] I like things the way they are now. I can pick up my paper in the morning, read about a murder, and enjoy it.

Inspector Corrigan:
Good morning, Doc.

Dr. Lawrence Bradford:
Oh, good morning, Inspector.

Inspector Corrigan:
You're looking pretty healthy for a corpse.

Paula Bradford:
[as Stokes opens the apartment door] Hello, Stokes.

Stokes, Bradford's Butler:
[Dourly] Mr. Bradford is not in.

Paula Bradford:
[Paula can see him] Oh, so I see.