- Murphy Michaels: Down home we got leeches big as footballs. They latch onto anything that moves and suck 'till there's nothing left. You'd be right at home with them, Karen.
- Sam McCloud: [after introducing himself] Now that everybody knows who I am, I'd kinda like to get even. Look Miss, if he knows your name better than you do, we're gonna be here all night, because that's the easiest question I'm gonna ask.
- Diane Fredericks: Diane Fredericks.
- Sam McCloud: [writing down her name] Diane Fredericks. You seen anybody go in or out that bedroom?
- Diane Fredericks: Hah!
- Sam McCloud: I'll record that as a yes. Who?
- Diane Fredericks: I wasn't taking tickets.
- Grace Hollenbeck: How was St. Louis, honey?
- Charles Hollenbeck: Oh, it was wet. They had a terrible rainstorm, six inches of it, all of it dropped right on me.
- Sgt. Joe Broadhurst: The American Institute of Design never heard of Melissa Thompson. The only thing she ever decorated was somebody's arm.
- Karen Chandler: When I first met Peter, he was the roughest, straightest, handsomest flatfoot on 45th Street.
- Peter B. Clifford: And you were the prettiest pedestrian around.
- Sam McCloud: You don't have to tell me your name, Mr. King, I'd recognize you with or without your glasses.
- Doug King: [sighs] Swell.
- [puts his glasses back on]
- Sam McCloud: Sure do admire the way you sing.
- Doug King: Thank you. Listen, I'll do fourteen choruses of anything you want if you just forget you saw me here.
- Sam McCloud: I couldn't very well forget a big TV star, could I? Even if I wanted to.
- Sam McCloud: Wait a minute, wait a minute. This girl was at the party the other night.
- Sgt. Joe Broadhurst: If you're talking about the party I think you're talking about, I don't wanna talk about it.
- Sam McCloud: Karen Chandler, isn't she the lady that they just released on bail?
- Sgt. Joe Broadhurst: That's no lady, McCloud, that's a hot potato. She's been indicted for paying off anybody with enough clout to keep her in business. If she ever decided to talk, a lot of itchy palms would be wrapped around bars.
- Det. Sgt. Reese: [taking a glance at McCloud's I.D] Sam McCloud. Waddayaknow, Roy, he's one of us.
- Sam McCloud: You'd better be carrying something beside your drivers licence, or we're gonna start this dance again and this time I'll lead.
- Sgt. Joe Broadhurst: So you pay to keep her quiet.
- Murphy Michaels: A hundred thou was my tab. I could only raise fifty.
- Sam McCloud: She squeezing anybody else?
- Murphy Michaels: Everybody with a secret and enough bread to keep it that way.
- Sam McCloud: How 'bout Doug King?
- Murphy Michaels: Oh, he's 'n worse shape than me, he's on his third wife!
- Sgt. Joe Broadhurst: What about Senator Ferris?
- Murphy Michaels: Oh, that eh, church going, smut hating, defender of the public morals? He's paying through the nose, too.
- Peter B. Clifford: We checked every apartment on that floor and all we came up with were three potential lawsuits for invasion of privacy.
- Sam McCloud: And I'm jugglin' a few theories in my head as to why she and the other girls were killed.
- Peter B. Clifford: I'll tell you why they were killed, because we're dealing with a psycho!
- Karen Chandler: Your contribution was a hundred thousand. There's only fifty here.
- Murphy Michaels: I had to scuffle to raise that much.
- Karen Chandler: Well, put on your dancing shoes, Murphy, and come up with the rest... by tomorrow.
- Murphy Michaels: Karen, I'm already up to my shoulderpads in hock!
- Sgt. Phyllis Norton: What is it with you and doors, McCloud? I understand you just broke down another one.