- Sgt. Al Reardon: [while being questioned in Art's office] Well, I don't understand any of this. It's... It's like some kind of nightmare!
- Joe Mannix: Why don't you let me get you a lawyer?
- Sgt. Al Reardon: I don't need a lawyer, Joe. I need a friend that will believe my story. That's why I called you.
- Joe Mannix: Yeah, now, you, uh, say you were at home all night alone?
- Sgt. Al Reardon: Yeah, I... I am mostly since... since Mary left me.
- Joe Mannix: Did you know this loan shark? What was his name?
- Lt. Art Malcolm: Briscoe. Nick Briscoe.
- Joe Mannix: Did you know him?
- Sgt. Al Reardon: Of course I knew him. I busted him last year. I had two witnesses willing to swear he was charging them ten percent interest per week.
- Joe Mannix: Did you get a conviction?
- Sgt. Al Reardon: The witnesses backed off. Briscoe got to 'em.
- Joe Mannix: Al, uh... how do you explain the damage to your car?
- Sgt. Al Reardon: I can't explain it, Joe! I can't explain any of this! I just know I didn't do it!
- Helen Layton: I'm glad you made it here so soon.
- Joe Mannix: Yeah, I really enjoyed that song.
- Helen Layton: Thank you.
- Joe Mannix: But I must admit, I had an ulterior motive in coming.
- Helen Layton: Oh?
- Joe Mannix: Have you given any more thought to what happened last night?
- Helen Layton: Well, I didn't get to sleep until about 4:00 this morning, thinking about it.
- Joe Mannix: Helen, you said you couldn't swear that Sergeant Reardon was the man.
- Helen Layton: No.
- Joe Mannix: Could you swear he wasn't?
- Helen Layton: I couldn't swear to that, either.
- [sees a man who looks like Sergeant Reardon near the front entrance of the club]
- Helen Layton: Joe, that man, he looks just like Sergeant Reardon.
- [Joe chases the man outside, only to find he's disappeared, and a car almost runs him down]