Thin Man

Nora Charles:
Yes, he is.

Nora Charles:
A case of scotch. Pitch in and help him.

Marion:
I don't like crooks. And if I did like 'em, I wouldn't like crooks that are stool pigeons. And if I did like crooks that are stool pigeons, I still wouldn't like you.

Gil:
Haven't you heard of the Sullivan Act?

Nora Charles:
That's okay we're married.

Nora Charles:
Oh, Nicky, I love you because you know such lovely people.

Nora Charles:
Waiter, will you serve the nuts? I mean, will you serve the guests the nuts?

Nick Charles:
The important thing is the rhythm. Always have rhythm in your shaking. Now a Manhattan you always shake to fox-trot time, a Bronx to two-step time, a dry martini you always shake to waltz time.

Nick Charles:
How'd you like Grant's tomb?

Nora Charles:
It's lovely. I'm having a copy made for you.

Nora Charles:
Pretty girl.

Nick Charles:
Yes. She's a very nice type.

Nora Charles:
You got types?

Nick Charles:
Only you, darling. Lanky brunettes with wicked jaws.

Nick Charles:
I'm a hero. I was shot 2 times in the Tribune.

Nora Charles:
I read where you were shot 5 times in the tabloids.

Nick Charles:
It's not true. He didn't come anywhere near my tabloids.

Nick Charles:
Oh, it's alright, Joe. It's alright. It's my dog. And uh, my wife.

Nora Charles:
Well you might have mentioned me first on the billing.

Nora Charles:
You know, that sounds like an interesting case. Why don't you take it?

Nick Charles:
I haven't the time. I'm much too busy seeing that you don't lose any of the money I married you for.

Mrs. Jorgenson:
Park it over there sister.

Police Lt. John Guild:
You know that jockey Golez? The one that was caught throwing the fourth race? He was shot.

Nora Charles:
My, they're strict at this track.

Tommy:
Your daughter's here, Mr. Wynant. Mr. Wynant! Mr. Wynant!

Clyde Wynant, the thin man:
Haven't you got any more sense than to shout at me like that?