Ronnie Jackson: Everything you touch turns to rigormortis.
Ronnie Jackson: You see, I wanted to be a detective too. It only took brains, courage, and a gun... and I had the gun.
Carlotta Montay: Are you a man who's afraid of danger?
Ronnie Jackson: No, you can get as close as you like. Baby, we're in this together. I'm with you till my dying breath.
Carlotta Montay: Please, you mustn't.
Ronnie Jackson: Yeah. Better not leave any fingerprints.
State Trooper: If you bother us again, I'll personally punch you in the nose so hard it will look like other peoples' noses.
Dr. Lundau: For the past six months, Miss Montay has been suffering from an acute form of schizophrenia, accompanied by visual aberrations and increasingly severe paranoiac delusions.
Ronnie Jackson: Mm-HMM! And how is she mentally?
Ronnie Jackson: Easy, cuddles! One move and you're a dead midget.
