- Arthur Adamson: Isn't it touching how a perfect murder has kept our friendship alive all these years?
- Fran: I don't know what's come over me tonight. I'm tingling all over.
- Arthur Adamson: I told you about danger, didn't I? First it makes you sick, then when you get through it, it makes you very, very loving.
- Sanger: How old is she?
- Constantine: Twenty-five.
- Sanger: Why?
- Constantine: Why? Because if a man my age is gonna get kidnapped by a woman, he wants her to be 25, that's why.
- Fran: Your friend, Blanche Tyler, is a spiritualist.
- Arthur Adamson: A spiritualist?
- Fran: That's what it says on her shingle. Also, there's no one home.
- Arthur Adamson: A spirit is never at home.
- Man leading funeral: [At funeral, quoting Book of Mormon, 2 Nephi 9:20-27] O how great the holiness of our God! For he knoweth call things, and there is not anything save he knows it. And he cometh into the world that he may save all men if they will hearken unto his voice; for behold, he suffereth the pains of all men, yea, the pains of every living creature, both men, women, and children, who belong to the family of Adam. And he suffereth this that the resurrection might pass upon all men, that all might stand before him at the great and judgment day. And he commandeth all men that they must repent, and be baptized in his name, having perfect faith in the Holy One of Israel, or they cannot be saved in the kingdom of God. And if they will not repent and believe in his name, and be baptized in his name, and endure to the end, they must be damned; for the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel, has spoken it. Wherefore, he has given a law; and where there is no law given there is no punishment; and where there is no punishment there is no condemnation; and where there is no condemnation the mercies of the Holy One of Israel have claim upon them, because of the atonement; for they are delivered by the power of him. For the atonement satisfieth the demands of his justice upon all those who have not the law given to them, that they are delivered from that awful monster, death and hell, and the devil, and the lake of fire and brimstone, which is endless torment; and they are restored to that God who gave them breath, which is the Holy One of Israel. But wo unto him that has the law given, yea, that has all the commandments of God, like unto us, and that transgresseth them, and that wasteth the days of his probation, for awful is his state!
- Fran: My feet are killing me. These damn six-inch heels.
- Arthur Adamson: I happen to like tall women. Everybody likes tall women.
- Sanger: Who did the cooking?
- Constantine: She did.
- Sanger: Why?
- Constantine: Because a man would not bother to put the parsley on the filet of sole, that's why.
- Fran: Don't forget to empty that out.
- Arthur Adamson: Don't you think emptying a chemical toilet is a little below the dignity of a jewel collector?
- Fran: The wages of sin, Arthur.
- Arthur Adamson: I'll do it tomorrow.
- Fran: Never put off till tomorrow, what you can empty out tonight.
- Arthur Adamson: Bitch.
- Arthur Adamson: Let's go to bed.
- Fran: Tired?
- Arthur Adamson: Mm-mm. Tingling all over.
- Fran: How'd I ever let you get me into all this? I thought I fell in love with you because I needed some stability in my life.
- Arthur Adamson: Well, I guess you're just a bad judge of character.
- Fran: Where'd you put the diamond, dear?
- Arthur Adamson: Where everyone can see it.
- Fran: You didn't.
- Arthur Adamson: I did.
- Fran: Are you gonna tell me where?
- Arthur Adamson: You'll have to torture me first.
- Fran: Oh!
- [laughs]
- Fran: I intend to. In a few minutes.
- Arthur Adamson: Did you say anything to them?
- Fran: Not a syllable.
- Arthur Adamson: Now, you see, honey? I told you you could learn to keep your mouth shut, if you tried.
- Blanche: She gave me a marvelous clue.
- George: Here we go again.
- Blanche: No, here you go again - to the man who might tell you if Shoebridge is dead or alive.
- George: Who's that?
- Blanche: Bishop Wood at St. Anselm's Cathedral.
- George: Holy Christ, Blanche!
- Blanche: No, George, not him. Bishop Wood at St. Anselm's Cathedral.
- Fran: You better give me a quick synopsis. I'm confused.
- Arthur Adamson: Simple. A cab driver is shacked up with a sex-starved medium named Blanche Tyler. Don't ask me why, but apparently they're on the trail of some spook named Eddie Shoebridge.
- Blanche: Where are ya going?
- George: I'm going home to my own bed where I can get some sleep.
- Blanche: No, you're not.
- George: Blanche, is that all you've ever got on your mind?
- Blanche: What are you saving it for, a rainy day?
- George: Honey, you never know when you're gonna need it.
- Blanche: You're not being friendly, Lumley.
- George: Blanche, I'm too pooped to pop. I'd be useless to you.
- Blanche: You're always useless to me! You're always pooping out when I need you the most!
- George: Oh, Blanche, come on. Just sit down on your pretty little behind. And I must say, it is quite an - no, it is. Very attractive little behind. And just wait for me, okay? Tonight when I get home, we will, uh... Right. Very nice. Plot our strategy. Know what I mean, darling?