Luther Heggs: Calm? Do "murder" and "calm" go together? Calm and murder? Murder?
Luther Heggs: When you work with words, words are your work.
Luther Heggs: Mr. Boob, that's me. B double-O B - boob.
Milo Maxwell: Oh, I-I-I-I'm so sorry that I'm late, but we had a seance at the house last night and it ran on until all hours.
Halcyon Maxwell: Why, Milo, you didn't finish your tapioca. No wonder you have a nervous stomach.
Kelsey: You know why you thought you saw a murder out there, Luther? 'Cause that's a murder house.
Luther Heggs: Well, me, I just don't happen to believe in ghosts... particularly.
Halcyon Maxwell: You don't seem to realise the cosmic importance of this.
Whitlow: I'm asking you a question, Heggs! Can't you curb your imagination for one minute?
Luther Heggs: Can't you curb your tongue for a minute?
Man in audience: Atta boy, Luther.
Halcyon Maxwell: Why, this is bigger than the - than the Whispering Steeple in Kansas City.