Frank Sinatra: Tony Rome

Tony Rome

Tony Rome

Mrs. Schuyler: [to a sleeping Rome on the sofa] Mr Rome. Are we alone?
Tony: [Rome awakes and looks around] Yeah. Why, what did you have in mind?
Mrs. Schuyler: I'm Mrs. Schuyler. I want to hire you.
Tony: Well, I'm afraid not. You see I'm tied up on a case this week. Maybe next week.
Mrs. Schuyler: Well that will be too late. My pussycat will be dead by then.
Tony: [with a bewildered look] Your pussycat?
Mrs. Schuyler: Someone's trying to poison her.
Tony: Oh. Well, how do you know?
Mrs. Schuyler: From her attitude. She's nervous, she's terrified.
Tony: Well, you can't bank too much on the attitude of a pussycat.
Mrs. Schuyler: Well my pussy used to be so sunny and full of fun, with the sweetest smile.
Tony: You got a pussy that smiles?
Mrs. Schuyler: No, that's just the point. She's frowning now. She knows. I tell you she knows.
Tony: Well, I'm afraid I can't help you, Mrs. Schuyler.
Mrs. Schuyler: But, you could at least meet my pussy.
Tony: No, no, no. It's not possible. I can't meet your pussy. No. Why don't you try the Burns Agency - they specialize in pussy that won't smile.
Mrs. Schuyler: Oh. Oh, well, thank you, Mr Rome. Thank you.
[Mrs. Schuyler walks out the door]

Tony: This isn't a family. It's just a bunch of people living at the same address.

Diana Pines: He used to be a nice person. It's just that, well, people change. They don't always turn out the way you hope.
Tony: Oh, I know. You should see my baby pictures.

Ann: We're divorced women. We can't claim to be the town virgins and we can't afford to be the town tramps. What do we do?
Tony: Well, you could hang a sign on yourself. It says, "Occasionally Promiscuous."

Tony: You can tell me why he beat you up.
Georgia McKay: I was a little girl when I knew him back home. I ran into him a few times down here at the club. He asked me out. Well I guess he expected something different. But you wouldn't understand.
Tony: Oh, I might. Maybe he was trying to get into the wrong ballpark.

Tony: Nobody steals to do nice things. You name it, and they'll steal for it - narcotics, blackmail, sex. Nobody steals to build hospitals.

Ann: Tony Rome. I never met a private detective before. Kind of a dirty business, isn't it?
Tony: Maybe. Only thing worse is the people who hire them.

Ralph Turpin, Hotel House Detective: I'm in a jam. We need help with at girl who checked in last night.
Tony: What's your problem? Is she underage or is she dead?

Ann: That's all I do down here: go to parties and dodge passes. Every man you meet thinks you want to play "slap and tickle."
Tony: Tell 'em you're not interested.
Ann: Well, that's the trouble. Sometimes I am.

Tony: Rita chilled Nimo at Kosterman's one night. How big a chill, a gale or a breeze or what?
Ann: She chilled him, no more, no less.

Rudolph Kosterman: [Tony tells Kosterman there are no real stones in his wife's and daughter's jewelry] Well, who could have done it?
Tony: It's one thing you can't blame on Lyndon Johnson.

Ralph Turpin, Hotel House Detective: A report's been filed. She's a missing person.
Tony: [looks at Diana, passed out on the bed] She ain't missin' much, baby.

Tony: I'll drop by. But I'm warnin' ya: no heavy-duty stuff. If it is, I'm just passin' through.

Ralph Turpin, Hotel House Detective: [on the phone] I'm a House Dick now. Corsair Hotel. Know it?
Tony: Sure, I know it. It's a hot pillow shop.