- Richard: [voiceover] You'd think there oughta be a legal limit on the length of legs. You'd think the Gam Squad oughta drop the hook on Mrs. Norfleet and toss her into the cooler and throw away the key.
- Richard: [voiceover] You think it looks kinda modest for the house of a nastily rich young widow. But you're just a low-rent flatfoot with whiskey breath and holes in his socks. What do you know about the rich?