Mrs. Oxford: Woman's intuition is worth more than all those laboratories. I can't think why you don't teach it in police colleges.
Robert Rusk: I don't know if you know it, Babs, but you're my type of woman.
Robert Rusk: Don't forget, Bob's your uncle.
Monica Barling: Men like this leave no stone unturned in their search for their disgusting gratifications.
Richard Blaney: If you can't make love, sell it. The respectable kind, of course. The married kind.
Hotel Porter: Just thinking about the lusts of men makes me want to heave.
Robert Rusk: Hey, Dick! What about "Coming Up" then?
Richard Blaney: No, I'm afraid I haven't any time. Thanks all the same.
Robert Rusk: No, "Coming Up", the horse. He won by a mile. Twenty to one. What did I tell you?
