Ronnie Jackson: You see, I wanted to be a detective too. It only took brains, courage, and a gun... and I had the gun.
Dr. Lundau: For the past six months, Miss Montay has been suffering from an acute form of schizophrenia, accompanied by visual aberrations and increasingly severe paranoiac delusions.
Ronnie Jackson: [Finds a bottle of booze inside a chandelier] Aha! Ray Milland's been here!
Ronnie Jackson: [on plane to Washington, narration] The only thing that bothered me was the altitude. I knew it would get me. I get airsick when I step on a thick carpet.
Ronnie Jackson: [voiceover] Well, Poulet d'or was our next stop, but we didn't look exactly like cafe society, so I blew the bankroll -- a rented tuxedo for myself and an evening gown for Carlotta. Boy, did she stack up. I guess you only get out of a thing what you put into it.
Ronnie Jackson: [voiceover] An hour later we were at the Poulet d'or. One of those real swanky cafes where they eat mink for breakfast.
Ronnie Jackson: Say, I can be a lot of help to you, Sam. Look, here's my latest invention, right here - a camera with a keyhole lens. Takes pictures right through doors. I've been kicked out of five hotels already. How about it, Sam? Can I go to work for you? Just give me a simple "yes" or "no."
Ronnie Jackson: I figure the only way to get the inside dope is from the outside... dope.
Ronnie Jackson: Beautiful day, isn't it? Well, maybe it isn't so beautiful. It is day, though.
State Trooper: And if you bother us again, I'll personally punch you in the nose so hard it'll look like other peoples' noses.
Ronnie Jackson: Everything you touch turns to rigormortis.
Ronnie Jackson: Look, you come one step closer and I'll... I'll break this record into a thousand pieces! Oh... wait a minute. Who's side am I on?
Ronnie Jackson: You may not know this, but I wasn't always a detective. Before they pinned this murder rap on me I had one of the sweetest little rackets in San Francisco.
Reporter: A legitimate business?
Ronnie Jackson: Better than legitimate. It was profitable.
Carlotta Montay: First, I must know this: Are you a man who is afraid of danger?
Ronnie Jackson: No, you can get as close as you like. Baby, we're in this together. I'm with you till my dying breath.
Ronnie Jackson: Yes, yes, he's in great danger... yeah, but he's safe, all right. He's safe. I sound like an umpire.
Sam McCloud: I told you before, stick to watching the birdie. You'll die of old age.
Ronnie Jackson: Oh, yeah, but I was cut out for this kind of life. All my life I wanted to be a hardboiled detective like Humphrey Bogart or Dick Powell or... even Alan Ladd.
State Trooper: Now keep moving! You got a long drive back to town!
Ronnie Jackson: What kind of a sucker do you take me for? Just because you're a girl and... I'm a boy and you're... throwin' those big blue eyes at me and... you're lettin' me put my arms around you... and you lemme hold you close... even closer... you think you can get me to do anything you want.
Ronnie Jackson: [holding a gun on Montague] Hurry up, or I'll fill ya' so full of holes, you'll look like a fat clarinet!
Ronnie Jackson: When I came to, I was playing post office with the floor. I had a lump on my head the size of my head. Inside, Toscanini was conducting the Anvil Chorus with real blacksmiths.
Ronnie Jackson: No ketchup? This is the worst last meal I ever had.
Ronnie Jackson: [voiceover] Well, there I was on my own. A missing husband and a dark-eyed dreamboat up to her gorgeous lips in trouble. What a parley.
Ronnie Jackson: Lay off of her, you phony... you... you all.
[to Carlotta]
Ronnie Jackson: It's a good thing you're here -- I'd be brutal.
Ronnie Jackson: Who is this someone else and... what kind of mineral rights?
Major Simon Montague: You're gettin' too inquisitive son - and that ain't healthy.
Major Simon Montague: Now, let's stop foolin' around, son. I want that map and I want it now.
Ronnie Jackson: What you want and what you're gonna get are two different things. I'm not the givin' kind!
Ronnie Jackson: [voiceover] I get out my Brownie, and I'm all set to snap Exhibit A when Laughing Boy gets out of his chair and starts for the window. I figure he sees me; but, no, he pulls up the shade right in my kisser - like it was Ladies Night in a Turkish bath.
Carlotta Montay: I know men. Somehow they always seem to be more interested in the problems of young wives with... older husbands.