Morgan Taylor: You know, I like places like this that specialize in good food instead of headwaiters.
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: It’s the worst food in town, but don’t worry. They usually serve a stomach pump with the dessert.
Martha: Who invited you to come to my restaurant, Mr. Detective? Not me!
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Martha’s the head of a ring of burglars. My presence makes her nervous.
Martha: Yeah, last night we got a whole basketful of diamonds. You wanna see?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Bring us two of your dangerous dinners, Martha.
Martha: You know how much I’ve been offered to poison this man?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Ten dollars.
Martha: That’s right. I’m holding out for fifteen. Two dinners. Do you want wine?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Bring a small bottle.
Martha: Huh! Same old cheapskate!
Morgan Taylor: [after Martha leaves] She adores you, doesn’t she?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: She ought to. I sent her husband up.
Morgan Taylor: Was he really a burglar?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Wife beater.