This Girl for Hire

[first lines]

B.T. Brady:
[narrating] It had been one of those 48 hour days, I'd spent it chasing down blind alleys with a pro quarterback who was being blackmailed. I knew when I took the case I'd find it was just some fan's prank. But I'd never been down a blind alley with a Los Angelos Ram before and a little touch football sounded like fun. It was.

B.T. Brady:
[narrating] My second note of the day. It's a good thing this isn't radio.

Groupie:
Oh, Mr. Wooley, please, please, may I have your autograph?

Harrison Wooly:
Absolutely not! I despise the intellectual bankruptsy of hero-worshipment. However, if you are determined to demonstrate your adulation, I suggest you repair to your neighborhood bookshop and purchase my complete euvre, 14 volumes of magnificent prose which transcends a somewhat tawdry genre.

Wolfe Macready:
Your mother doesn't want you doing anything dangerous...

B.T. Brady:
It's a manuscript. I have to deliver it to a producer.

Wolfe Macready:
Oh, well, I guess that's ok. They only stab you in the back if you're in the business.

Zandra Stoneham:
I made a very pretty corpse, but you could be a star.

B.T. Brady:
[narrating] Just like in a Dick Powell movie, a gigantic black hole opened up at my feet and I dived right in...

Lieutenant Phil Hansen:
You know I'm only doing this out of a base self interest.

B.T. Brady:
Bucking for promotion?

Lieutenant Phil Hansen:
No, I'm hoping for a date. And I don't think I'll ever get you to say yes of Jackson kills you first.

B.T. Brady:
Cheerful.

[last lines]

B.T. Brady:
Show my your legs.