The Gay Falcon

Detective Grimes:
[Helen Reed faints after being kissed by the Falcon] Boy, oh Boy, she sure stayed kissed, what a guy!

Inspector Mike Waldeck:
[to Goldie] All right, son, I'm releasin' yuh, but first I want a description of the man you saw that night.

Jonathan G. 'Goldie' Locke:
Ah, naw, naw, naw, naw.

Gay Lawrence:
[Gay raises a reproving finger to Goldie] Now, Goldie...

Jonathan G. 'Goldie' Locke:
All right! You'll get it!

Inspector Mike Waldeck:
Take it, Herman.

Herman:
What was the contour of his face?

Herman:
[Goldie gives Gay a knowing look and Herman becomes annoyed] The contour!

Jonathan G. 'Goldie' Locke:
White.

Herman:
[Frustrated] Not the color... the contour!

Jonathan G. 'Goldie' Locke:
Break it down, buddy.

Herman:
The shape of his face then! Full, square, oval?

Jonathan G. 'Goldie' Locke:
Kinda flat and full.

Inspector Mike Waldeck:
Look, Goldie, yuh know me. I got a heart.

Jonathan G. 'Goldie' Locke:
Yeah, Michael, I know yuh have, and I only wish you had a brain to go with it.

Gay Lawrence:
Oh, darling, I thought you'd stand by me.

Elinor Benford:
I'm tired of standing by. The line's too long.

Helen Reed:
[as Gay appears preoccupied] Are you reasoning something out or something?

Gay Lawrence:
Yes, I'm wondering if I lived here, where'd I hide something if I wee clever and had something to hide.

Manuel Retana:
[Holding a gun] Now, can you think of one good reason why I shouldn't kill you?

Gay Lawrence:
I shall most assuredly try.

Gay Lawrence:
There was a body brought in tonight, a murder in an apartment on 21st St.

Morgue Attendant:
[chuckling at comic strip in newspaper] Oh him, yeah he's around.