Barton Keyes: Walter, you're all washed up.
Philip Marlowe: I caught the blackjack right behind my ear. A black pool opened up at my feet. I dived in. It had no bottom. I felt pretty good - like an amputated leg.
Slade: Haven't you enough men at your feet already?
Willi Hilfe: We thought you'd been killed.
Stephen Neale: Not quite.
Sherlock Holmes: Watson, have you ever stopped to think that the science of detection is much like stringing a handful of beads?
Dr. John H. Watson: Can't say as I have.