I Like Women. I Really Like Women.

The People Who Lie The Most Are Nearly Always The Clumsiest At It, And They're Easier To Fool With Lies Than Most People, Too. You'd Think They'd Be On The Look-out For Lies, But They Seem To Be The Very Ones That Will Believe Almost Anything At All.

It's Sometimes Better To Pretend I Don't Hear The Sound Of Somebody In The Nearby Woods With A Shotgun.

Listen, Darling, Tomorrow I'll Buy You A Whole Lot Of Detective Stories, But Don't Worry Your Pretty Little Head Over Mysteries Tonight.

Nick: "don't You Think Maybe A Drink Would Help You To Sleep?" Nora: "no, Thanks." Nick: "maybe It Would If I Took One.

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.