Wings of Danger

Alexia LaRoche:
It's double-bladed, darling. He squeals on me - he squeals on himself!

Richard Van Ness:
You're wonderful! You've got a heart of pure steel!

Alexia LaRoche:
My future's no dream from a bottle! I've had too much of attic rooms and runs in my stocking and ten cent bar loungers trying to paw me to death not to know what I want out of life and to recognize it when I've got it. All you have to do is hitch ypur wagon, and I'm tossing you the hook!

Avril Talbot:
Would you like him to know you're blackmailing me?

Snell, the blackmailer:
Blackmail is an old-fashioned word, Miss Talbot.

Avril Talbot:
Well, what would you call it?

Snell, the blackmailer:
It's business. I'm selling; you're buying. I'm selling a little commodity known as silence.

Alexia LaRoche:
[getting no response to her advances] You really keep yourself on ice, don't you, Van?

Richard Van Ness:
Do I?

Alexia LaRoche:
Don't you ever melt?

Richard Van Ness:
Yes... sometimes... in the dark.

Alexia LaRoche:
If you're going to the hotel, I'll give you a ride. So long, Boyd. I've never taken you for a ride, have I Van?

Richard Van Ness:
Still time.