- Mac: [to Det. Bancroft, after she has eagerly started drinking from his bottle of bourbon] Love does much... but bourbon does everything.
- [last lines]
- Mac: Come on, Charles, let's belt a few, hmm?
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: Mac, you're a pearl.
- Mac: Thank you, dear boy. But I prefer something made by man... to something made by an oyster.
- Mac: [said to Chris, as she puffs on a cigar] Smoking a cigarette is like drinking beer out of a thimble. A man is only a man, my dear, but a good cigar is a smoke.
- Christine Downs: Were you ever in love with a man from a different world?
- Mac: Ah, many, many times!
- Christine Downs: Well, was he, uh, someone of a different race?
- Mac: [pauses] There was a Hindu in Bombay...
- Christine Downs: Was he sensitive about the difference between you?
- Mac: [laughs] HE wasn't... but his father looked down his imperious nose at me.
- [first lines]
- Det. Joe Kojaku: [continuing the interrogation in the police's murder investigation] Did she have a Japanese boyfriend?
- Casale: I told you, I never mixed in her personal business.
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: What did you have against her?
- Casale: Who said I had anything against her? She was shifty as smoke, but I liked her.
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: [about the shooter] Then why didn't you try and stop him when he went for her with a gun?
- Casale: Ahhh, I didn't like her that much!
- Christine Downs: I've heard so many colorful stories about your work.
- Mac: You'll find my murals in Skid Row's finest bars and brothels.
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: [picking up the phone] Homicide. Bancroft.
- Mac: [clearly drunk, drinking from a small bottle of bourbon] Macalister reporting - front and center.
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: Huh?
- Mac: There's nothing like 100-proof heaven to make the mind clear, and the... and the memory sharp.
- Christine Downs: You don't look like a cop.
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: Well, now, that word doesn't fit those full lips of yours.
- Christine Downs: Oh?
- Det. Sgt. Charlie Bancroft: Well, you see, we don't like being called "cops," like girls don't like being called "broads".