Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner: You bet you. You catch my brother. You play trick on him. Nick Charles: No play trick on him, no catch him. You bet you. Is he still in? Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner: You bet you. For five years more.
`Dancer`, Lichee Club Owner: I thought you stopped when you married a pot of money. Nora Charles: Did he call me a pot?
Nick Charles: Good morning! Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad: Good evening. Nick Charles: Uh, yes, good evening. Will you have some breakfast? Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad: Thanks, I just had dinner. Nick Charles: I give up.
(Last line, as Nick gapes at Nora knitting baby boots) Nora Charles: And you call yourself a detective.
`Dancer`, Lichee Club Owner: Have you ever been thrown out of a place, Mr. Charles? Nick Charles: Let`s see. How many was it up to yesterday, Mrs. Charles? Nora Charles: Well, uh, how many places were you in, Mr. Charles?
Polly Byrnes: Say, is that Mrs. Landis? Nick Charles: Yep, want to meet her? Polly Byrnes: No thanks, I`ve had enough of this family.
Nora Charles: Are you packing? Nick Charles: Yes dear, I`m putting away this liquor.
Nick Charles: You see, when it comes to words like that, an illiterate person... Polly Byrnes: Whaddaya mean "illiterate"? My father and mother were married right here in the city hall!
Nick Charles: Come on, let`s get something to eat. I`m thirsty.