Jeff: I get myself half killed for you and you reward me by stealing my assignments. L.B. Jefferies' Editor: I didn't ask you to stand in the middle of that automobile racetrack. Jeff: You asked for a, something dramatically different. You got it. L....
Stella: You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that. Jeff: Oh, just how did you do that, Stella? Stella: Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. Kidney ailment, they said. Nerves, I said. And I asked myself, "What's Genera...
Jeff: Would you fix me a sandwich, please? Stella: Yes, I will. And I'll spread a little common sense on the bread.
[describing a dress] Lisa: A steal at $1,100. Jeff: Eleven hundred? They ought to list that dress on the stock exchange.
Jeff: I just can't figure it. He went out several times last night in the rain carrying his sample case. Stella: Well, he's a salesman, isn't he? Jeff: Well, what would he be selling at three o'clock in the morning? Stella: Flashlights. Luminous dial...
Jeff: What do you need as evidence? Bloody footprints leading up to his door? Lt. Doyle: One thing I don't need is heckling. You called me and asked for help. Now you're behaving like a taxpayer. Jeff: You know by tomorrow morning, there may not be a...
Lisa: Where does a man get inspiration to write a song like that? Jeff: He gets it from the landlady once a month.
Stella: [to Lisa] You haven't spent much time around cemeteries, have you?
Lisa: Well, if there's one thing I know, it's how to wear the proper clothes.
[last lines] Newlywed woman: ...but if you'd told me you quit your job, we wouldn't have gotten married. Newlywed man: Oh, honey, come on.
Jeff: [Jeff watching Lt. Doyle staring at Miss Torso dancing in her room] How's your wife?
Lisa: Did Lt. Doyle think I stole this purse? Jeff: No, Lisa, I don't think he did.
Jeff: I've seen bickering and family quarrels and mysterious trips at night, and knives and saws and ropes, and now since last evening, not a sign of the wife. How do you explain that? Lisa: Maybe she died. Jeff: Where's the doctor? Where's the under...
[Thorwald forces Jeff's apartment door open and stands before him, closing the door behind him] Lars Thorwald: What do you want from me? [Jeff does not reply] Lars Thorwald: Your friend, the girl, could have turned me in. Why didn't she? [no reply] L...
[Jeff dials the number for Thorwald's phone who is seen from a distance walking over to the phone and standing by it] Jeff: [quietly to himself] Come on, Thorwald, answer it. Come on, your curious. You wonder if it's your girlfriend calling. The one ...
Lisa: According to you, people should be born, live, and die in the same place.
Lisa: A murderer would never parade his crime in front of an open window.
Jeff: [Lisa wants to be part of Jeff's globe-trotting life of adventure] You don't sleep much, you bathe even less and you'd have to eat things that you wouldn't want to look at while they were alive.
