Too Many Winners

[first lines]

[Mike and Phyllis are practicing making duck calls]

Gil Madden:
It's a good thing for you I'm not hunting ducks.

Michael Shayne:
Yeah? What are you hunting?

Gil Madden:
A guy named Michael Shayne.

[Phyllis hangs up on potential client so Mike will go on his vacation instead]

Michael Shayne:
It was just one of my boyfriends.

Phyllis Hamilton:
The one with teeth like a rabbit?

Michael Shayne:
No, the one with the two heads.

Mayme Martin:
Must we talk business right away? I've been sort of lonely.

Michael Shayne:
[glances at Mayme's ashtray] Mm-hmm. Do you always smoke cigars when you're lonely?

Mayme Martin:
Well, I never get *that* lonely.

Mayme Martin:
When Payson does call you, look me up before you go to Santa Rosita.

Michael Shayne:
Why not.

Mayme Martin:
And if you get lonesome some night, stop in at the Green Lantern and I'll sing you a lullaby.

Michael Shayne:
Thanks, but I have my cat and my pipe.

Mayme Martin:
Just a minute tall, dark and loathsome! Remember, I don't give any information *before* I get paid off.

Michael Shayne:
Sister, the kind of game you're playing, you're a cinch to get paid off - plenty!

[Mike awakens after being shot to find the lovely Phyllis leaning over his bed]

Michael Shayne:
Heaven, huh? I never thought I'd make it.

Albert Payson:
Shayne, I see you weren't injured too seriously, either.

Michael Shayne:
No, as long as they shoot me in the head, I guess I'm all right. The bullets just glance off.

Michael Shayne:
I have a hunch that one of you guys is a duck and the other a decoy. As soon as I know enough to call my shots, I'll be back for some answers.

Chief Boyle:
Hey, Rafferty, this is for you.

[Boyle hands Rafferty a note from Mike]

Tim Rourke:
Read it - if you can.

Michael Shayne:
I'll bet you a kiss I'll be back before you are.

Phyllis Hamilton:
Oh, Mike, you know I don't approve of gambling.

Michael Shayne:
Oh, it's no gamble - it's a sure thing!

Det. Peter Rafferty:
You know, Boyle and I were about to wrap up this case, too, Shayne. After all, we weren't born yesterday.

Michael Shayne:
Why, sure you boys weren't born yesterday - too nice a day.

[last lines]

[as Mike bends over to kiss Phyllis, his secretary lets out a blast on her duck call]

Michael Shayne:
Now, that one had feeling!

Det. Peter Rafferty:
Would it be askin' too much to let me in on your little secret, or do I have to beat it out of you with my own two hands?

Phyllis Hamilton:
Now, Pete, Mike's in no condition to argue.

Michael Shayne:
Nooo. Mustn't be upset - doctor's orders.

Phyllis Hamilton:
Why don't you come back in the morning when you're more rested and your mind is clear.

Michael Shayne:
At least you'll be rested, Pete.