Reporter: [on the Press Room telephone, to his girl] Who can afford Palm Springs? What's the matter with Anaheim?
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Adrienne Fromsett: [on Marlowe's submission] I plan to slash the emotion right out of that story.
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Adrienne Fromsett: [reminiscing on her early career, to Marlowe] If all the malted milks I served were laid end to end...
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Lt. DeGarmot: [learns Marlowe is writing fiction] What are you trying to do, elevate yourself?
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Adrienne: Do you fall in love with all of your clients?
Marlowe: Only the ones in skirts.
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Adrienne Fromsett: [to Marlowe] Perhaps you'd better go home and play with your fingerprint collection.
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Derris Kingsby: You want the facts, don't you?
Philip Marlowe: When it comes to women, does anybody really want the facts?
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Adrienne Fromsett: [Marlowe's story] That wasn't for nothing.
Philip Marlowe: No, it was for five hundred bucks, and you got a little piece of my soul, along with my services.
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Adrienne Fromsett: We get hundreds of submissions every week.
Philip Marlowe: Why don't you print a few?
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Adrienne Fromsett: [to Marlowe] I want to be your girl, that's what I want for Christmas.
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Adrienne Fromsett: People who write usually don't know the facts, and people who know the facts usually can't write. Authenticity has very little to do with it. If people who read our magazines knew the facts of life, they wouldn't be reading our magazines.
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Derris Kingsby: Mr. Marlowe, may I speak to you?
Philip Marlowe: Why not? Everybody's been speaking to me.
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