Kim Novak credited as playing...
Lona McLane
- Lona McLane: You like to take me home?
- Paul Sheridan: Now?
- Lona McLane: Sure.
- Paul Sheridan: Your place or mine?
- Lona McLane: Surprise me.
- Paul Sheridan: If you'd known where his dough came from, would you still have taken it?
- Lona McLane: Money isn't dirty. Just people.
- Paul Sheridan: [after trying to start her car] I don't know. I don't think you're getting any spark.
- Lona McLane: [intending a double entendre] I'm not?
- Paul Sheridan: Not enough to start the car.
- Lona McLane: Any suggestions?
- Paul Sheridan: Do you... get picked up often?
- Lona McLane: Would you care?
- Paul Sheridan: If I said yes, it wouldn't make much sense, would it?
- Lona McLane: No. I guess it wouldn't.
- Paul Sheridan: The answer's yes.
- Lona McLane: Would it make any sense if I told you it's never happened before?
- Paul Sheridan: Maybe.
- Pickup Artist in Bar: I'm afraid I gave you the wrong impression.
- Lona McLane: I doubt it.
- Pickup Artist in Bar: No really, you remind me of someone. Haven't you ever met me before?
- Lona McLane: Hundreds of times.
- Pickup Artist in Bar: I don't get it.
- Lona McLane: And you won't, so try someplace else.
- Lona McLane: We could have that money, Paul, you and I. Look, Harry's going to die no matter what we do. So what difference will it make if he shows up and he's killed?
- Paul Sheridan: Be a perfect set-up for a cop, wouldn't it? I could knock him off, hide the money and call the meat wagon. No questions asked.
- Lona McLane: Think what that money could mean to us, Paul. To you and me.
- Paul Sheridan: And I thought I was using you. Get out. Get out!
- Lona McLane: Sorry?
- Paul Sheridan: Sorry? For what?
- Lona McLane: Picking me up.
- Paul Sheridan: Is that what you call it, a pick-up?
- Lona McLane: Don't you?
- Lona McLane: Funny, when I saw you come into the theater tonight, I... I thought how awful it was. The two of us there all alone.
- Paul Sheridan: It doesn't make sense, a girl like you. New car, mink coat. Perfume, fifty dollars an ounce.
- Lona McLane: It's a hundred.
- Paul Sheridan: Still alone. Why?
- Lona McLane: Uh-uh. No questions. Don't spoil it.