"When two people love each other, they come together - WHAM - like two taxis on Broadway." Stella
Lisa "How's your leg?"
Jeff "Hurts a little."
Lisa "Your stomach?"
Jeff "Empty as a football."
Lisa "Anything else bothering you?"
Jeff "Yes, who are you?"
Stella "That's normal."
Jeff "I don't want to."
Stella "That's abnormal."
Lisa "Today's a very special day.
Jeff "It's just another Wednesday. The calendar's full of 'em."
Jeff "When am I going to see you again?'
Lisa "Not for a long time... At least not until tomorrow night."
Jeff "Why does a man leave his house three times on a rainy night and comes back three times?"
Lisa "Maybe he likes the way his wife welcomes him home."
Lisa "I wish I were creative."
Jeff "You are. You're great at creating difficult situations."
Jeff "He killed a dog last night because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why? Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented."
Doyle "Like an old hambone?"
Jeff "I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife."
"Intelligence. Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence." Stella
"Jeff, you know if someone came in here, they wouldn't believe what they'd see? You and me with long faces plunged into despair because we find out a man didn't kill his wife. We're two of the most frightening ghouls I've ever known." Lisa Fremont
"Must've splattered a lot." Stella
"According to you, people should be born, live, and die in the same place." Lisa
"We've become a race of Peeping Toms. What people ought to do is get outside their own house and look in for a change. Yes sir. How's that for a bit of homespun philosophy?" Stella
