- [first lines]
- [Slate stalks into his hotel's lobby, followed by Sailor holding a string of fish]
- Sailor Duval: ...but I caught fish.
- Slate Shannon: Okay, you caught the fish. Stop rubbing it in, will ya. I had an off day.
- Sailor Duval: But all day long you stood right next to me and the fish were biting for me. How do you explain that?
- Slate Shannon: What's to explain? You stuck your head in the water and you told the fish how good they looked in the pan. Believe me, among fishermen, those tactics stink.
- [discussing Sailor Duval]
- King Moses: She'd make you a fine wife, Mr. Slate.
- Slate Shannon: Oh, my, what a fine mess of fish.
- [discussing a missing hotel guest]
- King Moses: Mr. Slate, I know where Mr. Anderson went.
- Slate Shannon: Oh?
- King Moses: I was outside when he ordered a cab. He asked the cabbie a question and the cabbie gave him an answer.
- Sailor Duval: Let me guess. Question: Where can a fella have a time in this town? Answer: Tina's Palace of Fun.
- Slate Shannon: And how would you know that, my pretty maid?
- Sailor Duval: Oh, I've heard it chuckled about, I have.
- Slate Shannon: You have, huh? Would you like to go take a look?
- Sailor Duval: Oh, I want to!
- Slate Shannon: Figures. Well, get your bib and tucker - I'm taking you dancing.
- Sailor Duval: Bib and tucker... Have you seen my tucker? No. No, I know where it is. Don't move. I know where my tucker is. Don't move. No. Yes, yes, I do.
- [discussing Mrs. Anderson]
- King Moses: Lady Sailor, I think she's lonely.
- Sailor Duval: Who isn't?
- King Moses: And I think she weeps without tears.
- Sailor Duval: Well, that's the toughest kind of crying. Take it from an old crybaby.
- King Moses: Mr. Slate will soon come back.
- Sailor Duval: How? With his toothbone disconnected from his headbone, his armbone in a sling and a black-and-blue eyeball?
- King Moses: One thing about Mr. Slate - he knows who to go to for first aid.
- Sailor Duval: Me, huh?
- [King Moses grins and nods]
- Sailor Duval: Well, that's all I am to him - a nurse.
- King Moses: No - much more.
- [Slate has just knocked out the murderous Garfield and Bruce]
- Slate Shannon: Sailor, get to a phone and call the police.
- [rather than do as instructed, Sailor climbs down the ladder to Slate]
- Slate Shannon: What's the matter, honey? Honey, are you all right? Then what is it?
- Sailor Duval: Mrs. Anderson.
- Slate Shannon: Oh.
- Sailor Duval: Waiting there... waiting for her husband, not knowing he's dead.
- Slate Shannon: Well, I'll take care of that. I'll think of something to say to her.
- Sailor Duval: No! No, I'll tell her. I'm a woman.
- Slate Shannon: Yes. Yes, baby, you certainly are.