Marlowe: I've failed to protect my client, but I am determined, with your help, to solve these crimes and bring the murderer to justice.
Rose: Maybe that bloody dagger will lead us to the murder weapon.
Marlowe: St. Olaf?
Rose: Boy, he is good.

Dorothy: If Gloria had killed her father, would she then have tried to conceal the weapon in her purse? Ladies and gentlemen, I think not. That gun was obviously planted in her purse to pin the murder on her.
Rose: I've got it! A maitre d' is some kind of waiter.

Dorothy: Gloria and Philip were both afraid that Candy would persuade the old man to change his will, and they both hoped that pinning the crime on the other would make them the sole inheritor.
Marlowe: Well, there you have it, ladies and gentlemen, the who, how and why.
Rose: Dorothy, that was a real Tour de France.

Blanche: If they put me in prison, I'll be brave. I can handle it.
Rose: Blanche, you don't understand. They'll put you in a women's prison.

Dorothy: Wait a minute. There's one thing I don't understand. When I checked to make sure that Kendall was really dead, why didn't his breath show up on your mirror?
Rose: Simple. The mirror had been sprayed with defogger.
Dorothy: But who could have done that?
Rose: I did. The people at the club asked me to.
Blanche: Well, Rose, why would you do such a cruel thing to me?
Rose: Well, Blanche, there could be two explanations. Either I was getting back at you for taking my earrings or... Oh, who are we kidding? That's why I did it.

Blanche: Oh, Kendall is sitting down with Posey MacGlinn. She is my main rival for that assistant's job. Oh, look at the shameless way she's flirtin' with him. Disgustin'.
Rose: You flirted with him.
Blanche: I'm from the South. Flirting is part of my heritage.
Rose: What do you mean?
Dorothy: Her mother was a slut, too.

Dorothy: Oh, morning, Ma. How'd you sleep?
Sophia: Pretty good. I dreamed I was making love to Jay Leno.
Dorothy: That's a strange dream for you to have.
Sophia: Not really. It was Monday night, and he was filling in for Carson.

Alvarez: Okay, I'm Lieutenant Alvarez, Dade County Homicide, and here's what I got. At around 9:45 last night, this guy went to Room 405, carrying champagne ordered by Nesbitt. He was admitted by Blanche Devereaux and discovered the corpse. Now, Ms. Devereaux and this dead guy had the only two keys. Forensics say that the cause of death was a stab wound inflicted by a steak knife. We know Ms. Devereaux had steak for dinner. Given these facts, unless somebody has something else, we got enough to make an arrest.
Blanche: My, my, Mr. Officer. I do declare, your sweet words could charm the mornin' dew right off the honeysuckle.
Dorothy: Blanche, not now.
Blanche: If not now, when?

Blanche: I sure hope this weekend is a success. It could give me a shot at becoming Kendall Nesbitt's new assistant.
Rose: Who's Kendall Nesbitt?
Blanche: Oh, he's the museum's director of acquisitions. If I got this job, it would mean going to Europe with him to look for rare paintings and antiques.
Sophia: Well, if he has an eye for antiques, you should be a shoo-in.
Dorothy: Look who's calling the vase Ming.

Blanche: There's just one hitch. I need three more people to get the group rate at the hotel.
Sophia: I thought hotels always gave you the group rate.
Rose: Yeah, sweetheart, but this is for the whole night.