The Garden Murder Case

Woode Swift:
[referring to glassy-eyed jockey Floyd Garden] Let's give him a glass of wine. Pep him up!

Edgar Lowe Hammle:
Sure, lots of wine and the best too! We'll drink to my Azure Star. [to the waiter] Say, hurry up with that! [to his guests] We have the best horse in the East with the best wine in the world!

Zalia Graem:
Uncle has the fastest horses, the best wine, and the biggest bank account in the world! One of these days he's going to have the richest funeral.

Edgar Lowe Hammle:
Well, you won't be there to enjoy it!

Zalia Graem:
Do you really believe that people kill themselves over love?

Philo Vance:
I can easily understand it... under some circumstances.

Philo Vance:
Ah, Doremus! How about a warm cup of embalming fluid?

Dr. Doremus:
Never mind the levity.

Dr. Doremus:
[to the butler who's showing him in] I don't need an usher to lead me to a corpse. [to Markham and Vance] Evening, Mr. Markham. Evening, Mr. Vance.

Sergeant Ernest Heath:
[sarcastically] What! No kiss for me, honey?

Dr. Doremus:
Ah!

Philo Vance:
[as Doremus takes a sandwich out of his bag] My dear doctor, what is that?

Dr. Doremus:
My dinner.

District Attorney Markham:
You're not going to eat in here?

Dr. Doremus:
Why not? For fourteen years you've called me from my soup to look at some dissipated cadaver. From now on, I'll eat with some corpse.

Sergeant Ernest Heath:
Don't forget, Doc, Christmas dinner at the morgue.

Dr. Doremus:
[Deadpan] I hope to see you there.

Philo Vance:
[to Zalia] Very few girls can cry and still look lovely.

Inspector Colby:
[calling to Vance as he approaches] Hello, Vance!

Philo Vance:
Hello, Inspector!

Inspector Colby:
I thought I'd find you here.

Philo Vance:
Where there's smoke, there's always Philo?

Inspector Colby:
Something like that.