A Night to Remember (1942)

Brian Aherne: Jeff Troy

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• Jeff Troy : You don't want a husband who's a coward, do you?

  Nancy Troy : I'm not particular. I just want a husband!

• Jeff Troy : I was *scared* fifteen minutes ago; I'm petrified now!

• Nancy Troy : What are you doing?

  Jeff Troy : Nothing.

  Nancy Troy : You're awful quiet!

  Jeff Troy : That's 'cause I'm doing nothing.

• Nancy Troy : Jeff, don't be a fool.

  Jeff Troy : Don't be silly. I've always been a fool.

• Bolling : [looking at the books on the library shelf and reading the titles]  Hey, look here. "Murder in the Laundry," "Murder in the Post Office," "Murder on the Wharf," "Murder in the Chop Suey Restaurant!" Somebody's been reading up on murder.

  Inspector Hankins : [picking up on of the books]  "Murder in the Laundry" by Jeffrey Yort.

  Inspector Hankins : [accusatorily to Jeff]  You said you were a novelist. You didn't by chance... uh?

  Jeff Troy : Yeah, yeah, I wrote every one of them.

  Jeff Troy : [showing him the dust jacket]  Here, here! "Jeffrey Yort." That's my name spelled backward. T-R-O-Y... Y-O-R-T... Y-O-R-T... T-R-O-Y. Do you get it?

  Bolling : Well, what more do we need, Inspector? This guy's got murder on the brain.

  Jeff Troy : "Murder on the Brain!" Hey, that's a swell title!

  Inspector Hankins : Didn't you write a book called "Murder on the Terrace"?

  Jeff Troy : Yeah, it's right here. How'd you like it?

  Inspector Hankins : Well, as far as I can remember, it's the kind of a detective story that knits.

  Jeff Troy : Knits? Oh, yes, I know what you mean. It's all knitted together tight, all the clues fall in place, eh?

  Inspector Hankins : No, I mean knits... it knits...

  Inspector Hankins : [gesturing with his hands]  K-N-I-T-S. You spell that backward too.

  Jeff Troy : K-N-I-T-S... S-T-I-N...

  Jeff Troy : [grimacing as he finally realizes he's being ridiculed]  Kuh!

• Eddie Turner : Mr. Troy, your wife tells me you're a novelist.

  Jeff Troy : That's odd. She never told me.

  Nancy Troy : Oh, darling. I don't tell you everything.

• Jeff Troy : You wait here.

  Nancy Troy : Oh, no. If you're going to be murdered, I'm going to be murdered too.

  Jeff Troy : Stop talking about murder.

• Nancy Troy : [hearing what sounds like a scream in the hall]  Well, Jeff, aren't you going to go see what that was?

  Jeff Troy : I don't have to find out. I know what it was. Somebody screamed.

  Jeff Troy : [after another scream]  See, what did I tell you?

• Pat Murphy : Inspector, why don't you let me take this guy down to headquarters where we can have a nice quiet talk?

  Jeff Troy : Take me down to headquarters, eh? Oh! Threatening me with third degree, eh? Well, let me tell you something - the police are not allowed to use a rubber hose on anyone these days.

  Pat Murphy : Can't we?

  Inspector Hankins : No rubber.

• [Nancy sees a man standing menacingly behind Jeff with a knife in his hand, Jeff letting out a long, drawn-out moan] 

  Jeff Troy : If you're going to sing, darling, do it out loud!

• Jeff Troy : [coming upon the inspector]  Ah... Can, uh, I be of any help, Inspector?

  Inspector Hankins : Offhand, I'd say no.