- Assistant Commissioner: [on discovering that Bob has just inherited a title and an estate] I shall be sorry to see you go, my boy.
- Bob: Go? You're not going to through me out just because I'm an earl! Oh, be reasonable, sir. I not only need my job, I want promotion to keep up the family ruins! Don't let me down now that I'm up in the world!
- Assistant Commissioner: Don't be a fool, Deering. It's not often a policeman comes into big money - without an official enquiry.
- Bob: What belter disguise for a crook than to be a film star. Nobody'd ever suspect them of anything - except bad acting.
- Assistant Commissioner: I've decided to let you go, my boy.
- Bob: Go? You're not going to throw me out just because I'm an earl. Oh, be reasonable, sir. I not only need the job, I want a promotion to keep up the family ruins. Don't let me down now that I'm up in the world.
- Daily Journal Editor: Now, I'll fix it with the management of the Ambassador. Nedda's been there a fortnight, and she's had ten different maids. She's a terror. But when you once get the job, it's up to you to stick.
- Smithers - Solicitor: You succeed to the title... and the estate.
- Bob: You can't get away with this, Smithers. You can't sneak up and drop that estate in my lap.
- Pat Wayne: That's the life, Joe. You know you're alive there. Working for a newspaper means something real.
- Joe: Sure. Nothing ever happens in England. Those birds in America have all the fun. Gangsters!
- Pat Wayne: Riots!
- Joe: Fires!
- Pat Wayne: Earthquakes!
- Joe: Revolutions!
- Pat Wayne: Floods!
- Joe: Stick-ups!
- Pat Wayne: Murders!
- Joe: Gee, what a swell country to live in.
- Pat Wayne: I'm doing my best, madam.
- Nedda Beaumont: Who cares about your best? It's my best that counts.
- Daily Journal Editor: There's the Daily Journal for you. Not a word written we can't prove. And what's more, it's all written by experts. Ex-cabinet ministers write our political articles, ex-champions cover sports, and dancers write our theatrical reviews. Our reporters can do things better than the persons they write about.
- Scotland Yard friend of Bob: When you left Oxford, the university's loss was Scotland Yard's - loss.
- Bob: Just Oxford's gift to the criminal classes.
- Smithers - Solicitor: You know how fond he was of driving at high speed?
- Bob: Mm hmm.
- Smithers - Solicitor: Well, he was turning a corner.
- Bob: Yes?
- Smithers - Solicitor: There was NO corner.
- Daily Journal Editor: If she hasn't got a diary, win her confidence and write it yourself.
- [Making the motion of reading a big headline]
- Daily Journal Editor: Intimate past of a film star as revealed in the diary of her maid. Hop to it!
- Nedda Beaumont: I see you served Lady Pendragon.
- Pat Wayne: [Looking over Nedda's shoulder at her reference letter] Oh, yes, I... I did, didn't I?
- Nedda Beaumont: Why did you leave?
- Pat Wayne: Well, you see, her ladyship sort of disappeared.
- Nedda Beaumont: Disappeared? One can't just disappear.
- Pat Wayne: Oh, Lady Pendragon did. It was the strangest thing. But, one moment she was sitting there, and the next moment she wasn't.
- Nedda Beaumont: Well, what of it? A lady can't sit down forever. Maybe she had somewhere to go.
- Pat Wayne: A lot of the family still hold to that theory. But everybody else who goes somewhere has always come back.
- Pat Wayne: Just think, Joe, what fun it is to be a newspaper woman like the ones in the American movies. Wise-cracking with the boss, sitting around with the boys. Then the alarm, and off you go.
- Pat Wayne: You're going the wrong way. That's where the shooting is.
- Smiles Hogan: Cut the clownin', c'mon.
- Smiles Hogan: [Holding a gun on a Justice of the Peace who's in bed] C'mon, Pop. Snap into it! This guy's an oil
- [earl]
- Smiles Hogan: .
- Pat Wayne: Lay off, Smiles. Me and the oil will handle this.
- Pat Wayne: I'm not afraid.
- Greta Brand: Then why are your teeth clattering?
- Pat Wayne: Because I'm afraid. No I'm not.
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