30 Best Gail Fisher Quotes

Joe: Say it and you're fired!
Peggy: Sometimes it's not easy to like you.

Peggy: Look, I have a son. He needs me. He's only 10 years old.
Lonnie: I grew up by myself. He'll get by. What does he want to be when he grows up?
Peggy: A boy with a mother.
Lonnie: Don't we all.

Joe: Deadly serious, you say?
Boston: Oh, yes, yes. I might as well start from scratch. I haven't any. Scratch, that is. I suppose the fee is one of the first things that crosses your mind when you take a case.
Joe: No, it's not the first, but, it's right up there.
[Peggy hands Boston his coffee]
Boston: Oh, thank you.
Peggy: Joe?
Joe: No thanks.
Boston: [after drinking his coffee] Oh, there's something extravagant about coffee that's only gone through the grounds once.
[Peggy leaves]
Boston: Let me put it to you this way, Mr. Mannix. I would like to panhandle your services for a spell. Flat out, that's it.
Joe: Widows and orphans only. Except under special circumstances.
Boston: Widows and orphans will be with us always, Mr. Mannix, but I am the last of a dying breed. I'm offering you an opportunity to preserve a touch of Americana. I am a hobo. One of the last, you may be sure.
[Joe frowns]
Boston: Ah, I see I have touched a chord of longing that exists on all red-blooded men. Steel wheels on the steel rails, free and moving from Ft. Lauderdale to Seattle.
Joe: Well, I don't know about that.
Boston: But what it gets down to is this, Mr. Mannix: I'm offering you a rare opportunity. If this proposition became public knowledge, there are people who would consider it your duty.
Joe: Uh, you say that you're the last of a dying breed, and that somebody is trying to rush things.
Boston: Someone is trying to kill me, that's a plain fact.
Joe: Oh. Anyone with a reason?
Boston: I haven't laid a straw in anyone's way in 40 years.
Joe: Just how are they trying to kill you?
Boston: Gunshots. I was walking on 7th Street on my way to Marcel's.
Joe: The restaurant?
Boston: Yes, it was almost time for the nightly backdoor buffet. Marcel, as you know, is very generous with his unclaimed entrees. I was about a block away and I heard this noise. I thought a first, of course, that it was the backfire of some passing automobile, but then I noticed the pungent odor of gun smoke.
[shows Joe a bullet hole in his coat]
Boston: You see, backfires don't cause bullet holes, Mr. Mannix.
Joe: Are you sure they were shooting at you?
Boston: Well, as there was no one else within a block of me at the time, I jumped to that conclusion, yes.
Joe: Uh... a shot in the dark. That's, uh, really not very much to go on.
Boston: Would it help to know that this is not the first time that foul play has been attempted?
Joe: You mean somebody tried to kill you before?
Boston: Not me. Gully Anderson, Old Steam Whistle, as he was known, rest his soul.
Joe: He was killed?
Boston: Cheap whiskey and a rainy night in St. Louis. Pneumonia. That would've been three weeks ago Tuesday.
Joe: What has that got to do with your being shot at?
Boston: Well, Gully was shot at in the same neighborhood just before bad weather and bad habits done in him. That's a dangerous world for hobos, Mr. Mannix. I'd like you to find out why.
Joe: Oh. I'll tell you what, Boston.
Boston: Stanton Elliot Collier for your files. You will start a file?
Joe: Well, I will canvas the area for you and check with the police, but I'm afraid that about the best I can do.
Boston: Well, that's all I can ask: your best.
Joe: Well, I suggest you get back to where you're staying... I'll give you a lift.
Boston: All right. But first, I have an engagement for brunch at the Hollywood Bowl.

Lt. Art Malcolm: Hello Peggy. Bad year for termites.
Peggy: Not if you're a termite.

Jackson: [talking into Joe's desk phone] Jackson here. Give me Red.
Makuta: [after searching through the office] I'll check upstairs.
Jackson: Hey, Red, we're out. And we found the place. 17 Paseo Verde. Pick us up as soon as it's done. No, man, we'll be fine as silk.
[hangs up the phone]
Jackson: All set.
Clay: Oh, that's cool. All we have to do now is... kill some time.
Makuta: [returning from upstairs with a beer bottle and some glasses] Look what I found.
Jackson: Beautiful.
[Makuta pours everyone a glass]
Jackson: Peace and quiet.
Peggy: Three cons on the run.
Clay: Come on now, we're tourists. Here today, gone tomorrow. Just looking at the sights.
[to Celia]
Clay: What's your name, honey?
[touches Celia's chin. Celia slaps him. He grabs her arm and Joe reacts]
Jackson: Relax, investigator.
Clay: Only trouble today is that there's not enough love in this world.
Celia: Don't touch me.
Jackson: Clay? Clay! Knock it off. All of you, relax. You won't get hurt. We just want a place to stay.
Makuta: And, uh, maybe some bread. Yes?
Jackson: Yeah, we could use some traveling dough.
Clay: Oh, uh, you don't mind to give sweets?
[Joe gives him some money from his pocket]
Makuta: Where's the loot? Well, maybe a house to house search will...
Peggy: Outside on the desk! But it won't get you to Long Beach!
[Makuta goes to front desk and searches it]
Clay: 22 bucks.
Jackson: 40-some. Where's the office safe?
Joe: We don't have one.
Makuta: Okay, black girl, where is it?
Peggy: He just told you we don't have one! Drop dead!
[Makuta grabs Peggy, Joe punches him, and Makuta draws his gun]
Jackson: [restraining Makuta] MAKUTA!
Joe: Excuse me.
Jackson: Easy, man. Easy. Come on.
[sits back in Joe's chair]
Jackson: Look, there doesn't have to be any trouble. We'll be out of here by the time it's dark. But we need traveling bread.
Joe: I got a check cashed.
Makuta: Sure. At your bank, maybe.
Joe: One of you can come with me.
Jackson: You're full of angles, Mannix. Figure out something that's foolproof.

Peggy: [smiling benevolently] And, of course, you need that information immediately.
Joe: [matter-of-factly] I can't wait that long.
Peggy: [looks at him stunned, mouth agape, says nothing]

Peggy: [after Joe called the number he found on Danny Constantine's phone bill] Well, Casanova?
Joe: Pretty voice. Young. Good education. She says "whom".
Peggy: Whom might that be?
Joe: I'd like to find out. See if you can get an address for that number.

Joe: What time is it?
Peggy: Seven-twenty.
Joe: Look, why don't you go home before you make your babysitter rich?
Peggy: I haven't finished that Javis report.
Joe: Forget it! We're out of business.
Lieutenant: Joe, listen. I've got this friend - ex-Marine, he's a great guy. He works with the blind...
Joe: You mean... he sells 'em those white canes?
Peggy: Let's face it, Joe - it's a brand new ball game.
Joe: Ball game called because of darkness.
Peggy: You're feeling sorry for yourself, right?
Joe: Can't you get it through your thick head I don't need a secretary? What I need is a seeing-eye dog! Now, can you bark?
Peggy: Yes, I can bark, and I can bite, too! I thought I was working for a guy who could take anything that was handed out to him, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I ought to rent you a corner and give you a tin cup with six pencils!

Joe: What can I do for you?
Maria: Well, there are some questions I'd like to ask you first, Mr. Mannix, if you don't mind?
Joe: No, not at all.
Maria: This may seem rather callous to you, but Tom being dead less than 12 hours, but I have to know. Had you ever met him before last night?
Joe: No.
Maria: I heard you tell his father that the meeting was Tom's idea.
Joe: It was.
Maria: And that Tom was killed before you knew why he had to see you. Was that the truth?
Joe: Why would I lie about it?
Maria: To spare my feelings?
Peggy: Excuse me. Joe.
[hands Joe his coffee]
Joe: Thank you, Peggy.
Maria: Are you sure that Tom hadn't hired a detective to spy on an unfaithful wife?
Joe: Do you believe that's why he wanted to see me?
Maria: Yes.
Joe: Why?
Maria: Because he was obsessed with the idea that I was having an affair.
Joe: Was it an idea, Mrs. Fortune, or was it a fact?
Maria: It wasn't true. I think it was part of a plot to kill him, to separate him from the family, from his bodyguard. To isolate him in a lonely place... so they could shoot him.
Joe: Who are "they"?
Maria: I should've said "he." The man I was supposed to be having an affair with.
Joe: Does, uh, "he" have a name?
Maria: Duke Benedict.
[Joe, in surprise, briefly stops drinking his coffee and looks at Maria]
Maria: I heard he was drunk at a party and he just happened to let it slip to one of Tom's friends.
Joe: And your husband bought that?
Maria: He was insanely jealous.
Joe: And what would you like me to do now?
Maria: Tell the police, tell them that Duke Benedict lied about us, drove Tom out of his mind and that he walked into a trap that was set for him.
Joe: I don't know how well that'll hold up.
Maria: Well, if it doesn't, you'll see I'm right. Duke Benedict is going to take over this town if he can. There'll be killing. Tell the police that.
Joe: Mrs. Fortune, why don't you tell the police that?
Maria: If the family found out, they'd...
Joe: All right, Mrs. Fortune. I'll do what I can.
Maria: I don't care what it costs, Mr. Mannix.
Joe: Forget it, Mrs. Fortune. The law requires me to pass this kind of information along to the police.
Maria: Thank you.
[walks out the door]

Floyd: But baby, it's us against them.
Peggy: It's not a question of black or white, it's a question of right or wrong.

Peggy: But you don't even know if those letters mean anything.
Joe: That's right. That's right. That's right, they could mean anything. They could mean... they could mean a... a city, a town, a place, a code- they could mean- they could mean a sled named "Rosebud."

Peggy: [bringing Joe his morning coffee] Welcome to the world!
Joe: Is that where we are?

Peggy: I took the liberty of going to, uh, well, y'know, a certain organization and now don't be angry because it worked! Intertect put 'Kelly Green Frame' through the computer and what do you think?
Joe: That I'm gonna strangle you.

Peggy: I lost a husband who was a policeman.

Dottie: It's a terrible responsible secret, so you'll have to swear and cross your heart.
Joe: Oh.
[makes a crossing notion with hands]
Joe: I swear.
[Peggy does the same]
Dottie: I guess I can tell the rest of it to you, then. They're gonna kill him. They're gonna murder him. In a parade.
Helen: Dorothy, what parade? You didn't say anything about a parade.
Dottie: Oh, I just put that in. It was the way they killed Mr. Muffins.
Joe: Mr. Muffins?
Helen: In, uh, a comic strip.
Dottie: There was a big band, and Mr. Muffins was in an ostrich costume, and just as the band started, they shot him, which is why nobody heard the gun-- on account of trombones. It was pretty slick, all right.
Helen: [sighs] I'm sorry, Mr. Mannix. Sometimes her mind sort of runs over a little.
Joe: All right, Dottie.
[hands Dottie a microphone]
Joe: Now, I want you to talk into this. I want you to tell me exactly what you heard the men say in the booth-- nothing more. Nothing but the exact words. If you can remember them, okay?
Dottie: Yes.
Joe: Wait a minute.
[turns on the recorder]
Joe: Okay.
Dottie: He said...
Joe: Who?
Dottie: The taller one, thin. With kind of red hair. He said, "When does he knock him off?" Then I couldn't hear the words on account of the noise from the movie machine. And then he was saying, "He wants to make it day after tomorrow, if we can set it up." And then I couldn't hear. And then he said, "What?"
Joe: The redhead?
Dottie: Mm-hmm. Then the other one said, "Having the police working with us on this one." And they laughed. And that's when they must have saw me. And I ran.
Joe: Hmm. Someone in the police force a party to murder?
Helen: I know she's very imaginative, and she's crazy about crime stories. But you must believe me, I know when she's telling the truth.
Joe: All right, Dottie, very good. You know something? Peggy here keeps candy in her file, under "C". Would you like some?
Dottie: Sure.
Peggy: Come along, Dottie.
Dottie: Okay. But that's what they said, honest.
Helen: We live just a little way from that theater, and those men saw her. They'll be looking for her. She's all I have. I'm scared. She's only a little girl. I'm scared to death.

Joe: Well, now, what can I do for you, Kevin John?
Kevin: I want to hire you.
Joe: You want to hire me, huh? Okay, step into my office and let's talk about it. How about some coffee, Peg?
Peggy: I'll have to make it, Joe.
Kevin: [looking around Mannix's office] Hey, this is really neat. You must do okay.
Joe: Thanks. Have a seat, Kevin John.
[Kevin John sits down]
Joe: Now, uh... what's this all about?
Kevin: I want you to prove that Bull Evans was murdered.
Joe: Who's Bull Evans?
Kevin: He was a fighter. Almost champ once. He was my friend.
Joe: Uh, you, uh, said he was murdered. How?
Kevin: Hit by a car the other night.
Joe: Oh, and you think it was deliberate?
Kevin: I was there when it happened. But I can't prove anything. But he told me.
Joe: Did you, uh, go to the police? You know, they won't charge you anything.
Kevin: Yeah, I went. They said it was hit-and-run. Because I'm only 12, nobody'll listen to me. I was hoping you'd be different.
Joe: I'm listening, Kevin John.
Kevin: Bull said Larry Gates killed him.
Joe: Oh. Who's Larry Gates?
Kevin: He's a fighter, too.
Joe: Did your friend say why Larry Gates wanted to kill him?
Kevin: No, but Bull said he did, and I believe him. I want you to prove that. I can pay you. I have eight dollars and... some change I saved up. It's all yours. I work at Johnson's Grocery three afternoons a week. If this ain't enough, I can give you more. But you've just gotta help me, Mr. Mannix.
Joe: [sighs] Well... let's not worry about my fee just yet, hmm? Now, where can I get in touch with you?
Kevin: We don't have a phone. You can reach me at Johnson's Grocery.
Joe: Oh.
Kevin: [hands Mannix a business card] Here. Here's the number. You just leave a message, and Mr. Johnson'll make sure I get it. My address is on the other side.
Joe: Oh. All right, I got it.
Kevin: You know, I've been looking all over for help, and you're the first person that's even gonna try. Thanks.
[to Peggy as he leaves]
Kevin: He's okay, you know that?
[walks out the door and leaves]

Floyd: [Tucking in Toby] Another O.J. Simpson.
Peggy: I see him more like a Senator Brooke.
Floyd: Well, in either case I'll vote for him.

Joe: Addicts.
Peggy: Sure. They're such sad people.

Joe: [Kathy tells him about a dream she had in which he died] I was dead? And that's why you're here?
Kathy: Yes. I'm afraid it might actually happen.
Joe: Because of your dream?
Kathy: I don't know how to explain my dreams to you, Mr. Mannix... except that they do come true. I saw you killed, on a black horse like Major.
Joe: Major?
Kathy: Yes, at the riding club. One of the stable hands rides him a lot. I saw you there. There was blood on your hand from... from where'd you fallen.
[Joe shows her his hands to reveal that there is no blood on them]
Kathy: Oh, I know how tempting it must be for you to laugh at me, Mr. Mannix.
Joe: There is one thing, Miss Warren. Considering we've never met before, I was wondering how I happened to be in your dream in the first place?
Kathy: Oh, I... I don't know.
[Peggy knocks on Joe's office door]
Joe: Yeah, Peggy?
Peggy: Excuse me. Correspondence from New York. You wanted it the minute you came in. Morning paper. And the press is still hounding us for information.
Joe: Yeah, well, it can wait. Thanks, Peggy.
Kathy: [looks at the newspaper Peggy brought in] Maybe here!
Joe: What?
Kathy: Maybe this is how you got into my dream. I read about you in last night's paper.
Joe: Oh.
Kathy: It's quite a novelty these days. A man risking his life to do something positive for someone else. It's possible I... I just felt that you were something worth saving. I know that only makes it seem more ridiculous to you.
Joe: Well, I can certainly see that *you* believe in your dream?
Kathy: Oh, it's not a gift, you know. It's not an easy way to pick winners in horse races or lotteries. I can only imagine things when something important is involved, like... pain, sorrow, or death.
Joe: Go on.
Kathy: Could you do me a favor?
Joe: If I can.
Kathy: I... I haven't told you the rest of the dream, and I'm not going to now, 'cause you really wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. On this particular day, be careful of lightning.
Joe: Lightning?
Kathy: Yes. On a street that begins with the letter "W".
Joe: "W"?
[the intercom on his desk buzzes]
Joe: Excuse me.
[talks into the intercom]
Joe: Yeah, Peggy?
Peggy: Lieutenant Malcolm on the line. He says it's important.
Joe: Yeah, well, uh, in just a second.
Kathy: You really aren't laughing at me, are you?
Joe: For going out of your way to try and help a total stranger? No, I'm not laughing at you.
Kathy: Well, you made this a lot easier than I expected it to be. I'll remember that when we meet again.
Joe: Oh? Are we going to meet again?
Kathy: Yes, about 2:00. You see, we're in this together.
Joe: Huh.
Kathy: Good-bye, Mr. Mannix.
Joe: Good-bye, Miss Warren.

Peggy: He thinks I deserve a raise.
Joe: [Wincing while drinking a cup of coffee] Soon as your coffee gets better.
Peggy: You made that pot!
Joe: Soon as my coffee gets better.

Joe: Well, what can I do for you, Miss Warren?
Cindy: Well, um, after I left headquarters last night, I didn't feel like going back to that house, so I checked into a motel in West L.A. I was there I guess about maybe ten minutes and I got a phone call from a man, and, uh, he threatened me.
Joe: Do you know who it was?
Cindy: No.
Joe: Well, what exactly did the man say, exactly, word for word?
Cindy: Well, he said... he said something like, "Did Monty rap to anyone before he died?"
Joe: What did you tell him?
Cindy: I said I didn't think so. And then, uh... Hey, I'm not exactly sure how all this went down, but, well, he kept hitting on, "Did Monty and Victor Jury talk?" Oh, yeah, he asked if Monty made any phone calls.
Joe: Did he?
Cindy: Well, not after Victor and I got there.
Joe: Did he mention anything about Monty's mother or buttons... or General D.?
Cindy: No.
Joe: Anything else?
Cindy: Yeah. The last thing he said to me was, "If you talk, Miss Warren, you're going to wind up like Monty did."
Joe: Talk about what?
Cindy: I don't know.
Joe: Have you any idea?
Cindy: No, I asked him and he hung up.
[Peggy walks in with some coffee]
Joe: Peggy, see if you can get John Randolph on the phone, huh?
Peggy: The postal inspector of the Federal Building?
Joe: Yeah, ask him if he can find out if there's any mail being held for Monty Dawes at a general-delivery office anywhere in this area.
Peggy: Right.
Cindy: It's really weird. I'm caught up in something, but I don't know what it is. Why me? I don't know why I'm involved. I don't know what I'm going to do to get out.
Joe: Well, the first thing to do is find a safe place for you to stay until we come up with some answers.

Joe: [Answering the phone] Mannix.
Peggy: Joe? I know how how I got the blue paint.
Joe: Blue paint?
Peggy: On my jacket. It came from the panel truck parked next to your car at the airport.
Joe: Peggy, why don't you just send them the cleaning bill, huh? I'm busy.
Peggy: And I'm serious. I think the morphine is in that truck. I got a whole theory about it.
Joe: And my theory is, Peggy, that secretaries should concentrate on the telephone and the typewriter. Now, goodbye.
[Click]

Joe: [Tom Wall enters Joe's office] Hi, Tom.
Tom: Hey, morning, Joe.
Joe: Oh, Peggy, this is Tom Wall, Ross' partner.
[turns to Tom]
Joe: Peggy Fair, my secretary.
Tom: Nice to meet you. All you private cops get such pretty ladies working for you?
Joe: Just the lucky ones.
[Tom smiles]
Joe: What brings you to our neighborhood? Where's Ross?
Tom: Ross and his wife are out at her parents' place in Simi Valley. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.
Joe: Sure, sit down.
Peggy: Would you like some coffee?
Tom: Yeah, fine. Cream, no sugar. Thanks.
[Peggy leaves to get the coffee]
Joe: What's on your mind?
Tom: It's about Ross.
Joe: Oh?
Tom: He probably seemed a little uptight yesterday.
Joe: Well, he sure did.
Tom: I guess he didn't tell you, but he's up for a big promotion in New York. And the way he handles this Brastow thing, well, it'll be a big factor.
Peggy: [gives Tom his coffee] Here you are.
Tom: Thanks.
Joe: I guess he's got reason to be a little skittish.
Tom: Right. And also, uh... it's his wife. I got to talking to her yesterday, and... she's not crazy about his being a line detective. Wants him behind a desk in an office... away from the flying bullets.
Joe: I guess my story about being shot at last night upset Mary.
Tom: Yeah. Yeah, it did a little. I just wanted you to understand, Joe. I only had a minute. I've got to go.
Joe: Anything new about Brastow?
Tom: I checked this morning. Still got a tummy-ache.
Joe: Oh, that poor fella.
Tom: Yeah.
[gives Peggy the coffee cup he drank from]
Tom: Thanks for the coffee.
Peggy: Anytime.
Tom: That's very nice.
[walks out the door and leaves]

Peggy: What do you have so far?
Joe: Would you buy a sixty-pound midget in a tack trunk that could fly an airplane?
Peggy: I don't think so.
Joe: I got nothin'.

Floyd: If you don't like men who take chances, why do you work for a guy like Mannix?
Peggy: Because I'm kind of a nut.

Dr. Linkram: No stomach pain?
Minji: Just the same old weakness.
Dr. Linkram: After what happened, I think we'd better schedule your surgery earlier than we planned. You don't need anymore attention.
Minji: Heh. That's fine with me.
Lt. Mitch Webster: Well, when are you going to operate on this man, Doctor, so he can go home?
Dr. Linkram: Day after tomorrow, at 6 a.m. Goodbye.
Peggy: Goodbye, Doctor.
Lt. Mitch Webster: [about the booby-trapped flowers that tried to kill Obuko] Not a clue. But we're working on it. Oh, the hospital announced that the explosion was caused by an old boiler, so that's covered. Would've been nice if you'd saved that note. It would've given us something to go on. In your place, I'm sure I would've done exactly the same thing. Only I would've sweated a lot more, that's for sure. Well, you've had kind of a rough time, and, uh... Well, on behalf of 99 9/10 of the people of this city-- and of the country for that matter-- I'm sorry for what happened.
Minji: Thank you. I'm sorry I brought politics along with me. I'm glad no one was injured.
Lt. Mitch Webster: We'll try to make sure there'll be no problem from now on.
Minji: Well, they'll probably try something else, now that they know I'm here.
Lt. Mitch Webster: They're going to have to climb over a lot of blue uniforms to get to you.
Minji: I suppose that is necessary now. My feeling was that a man who is under guard is no longer incognito.
Lt. Mitch Webster: Well, you get a good night's rest, huh? Good night.
[to Peggy]
Lt. Mitch Webster: And say hello to Joe.
Peggy: Right.
Minji: Good night, Lieutenant.
Peggy: Does this happen often in your country?
Minji: No. The people of Kichiwana are much more face-to-face. Bombs are more devious, more sophisticated-- the influence of foreigners in our country. You look exhausted, Peggy.
Peggy: How did you know it was a bomb?
Minji: The note. It said, "Welcome to America." It was signed with the name of diplomatic envoy in Washington, who was never told I was coming here.
Peggy: Do you have any idea who's behind it?
Minji: My people in Kichiwana are working on it now. It's funny-- ridiculous, actually-- how proper I am. I felt I should open the window to throw out the bomb. I'm going to have to get over that reflex if I'm to survive.
Peggy: When you go back, will there be many women waiting for you?
Minji: Usually there are, yes.
Peggy: How many of them will be your wives?
Minji: Wives? In the villages, men have several wives if they are wealthy enough. But in the city, we have degenerated to the point where we only have one. I have none.
Peggy: That's the best news I've heard all day. You know, when I thought something had happened to you... I'd never been so scared before in my life.
Minji: And I was never so glad to see anyone-- to hold anyone-- as I was you.
Peggy: From now on, everything will be peaceful and quiet and safe.
Minji: You're quite a woman.
Peggy: Thank you.
Minji: And I'm sorry to complicate your life.
Peggy: Oh don't be silly.
Minji: But I love you.
Peggy: And I love you.

Peggy: It could be a trap, Joe.
Joe: Yeah, I know. Right now it's the only trap in town.

Peggy: The whole of civilization is built on faith, Parker. Don't waver.

Charley: You were right, Joe. Pusher in that area is the carhop Smiley. We picked him up.
Joe: Did he talk?
Charley: He told us who was selling to him. Dodie Green.
Joe: Dodie Green? I haven't heard of her in years.
Peggy: Well, has she been arrested?
Charley: Well, we'll go through the motions, Peggy. That's about all we can do. Her attorney will get to Smiley. Smiley will change his story, and then they'll be back in business again the next day.
[a doctor comes out of a room and whispers something to Joe]
Peggy: [Joe shakes his head, indicating that Chico, a person who was hospitalized for using drugs, has died] I know kids take dope, but Chico? Chico taught Toby how to roller-skate.
[Charley looks at Peggy with a questioning look]
Peggy: Toby's my son. Selling dope to school kids. Isn't there something somebody can do about it?
Charley: Peggy, if you're serious, maybe there's something you can do about it.
Peggy: What?
Charley: Get Dodie Green to talk. Who's her boss? What's his source of supply? Get me a lead, something to go on.
Peggy: How do I do that?
Charley: Go underground.
Joe: Why don't you get a policewoman?
Charley: Because Dodie knows most of 'em on sight. The rest of 'em she can smell a mile offshore.
Joe: Come on, Charley, quit conning her. Tell her the truth. Now to get friendly with Dodie Green, she'd have to get down to her level, right?
Charley: That'd be the best way.
Joe: Okay, now tell her what Dodie's police record is for.
Peggy: Tell me, Charley.
Charley: Girls, prostitution.
Joe: Now, why don't you get in your car and go home to bed?
Charley: Peggy... how old did you tell me your son was?
Joe: She didn't. Come on, I'll walk you to your car.
[they start walking, but then suddenly stop]
Peggy: I'll do it, Charley.
Joe: Peggy, you...
Peggy: Joe, no matter what you say, somebody's got to do it.

Roger: [Roger climbs down the trellis and pokes his head into Mannix' office window] Oh, I hope I'm not disturbing you.
Joe: [Initially surprised] Oh, no, not at all.
Roger: Listen, there's a chap locked in the closet in my office. If it's not too inconvenient I'd appreciate it you turning him loose in a moment.
[He throws his office keys to Mannix]
Roger: There. Cheerio!
Peggy: [He leaves. Mannix and Peggy give quizzical looks] Don't panic, I saw him too.
Joe: I was about to ask you what you put into this coffee.