- Billy Griffin: So, how did you tag the kid, Warren?
- Warren: You got any kids, Billy?
- Billy Griffin: Hmm, got none, and that's plenty.
- Warren: He said "sir" three times too many. Like Little Lord Fauntleroy.
- Billy Griffin: That's the thing with criminals. They always make one big mistake.
- Hillary Lindamont: What's so urgent? I had to beg to get ten minutes off work.
- Michael Robson: [giving her an envelope] You'll be back in plenty of time. Open it.
- Hillary Lindamont: [taking out the contents] Oh, my God. What are these?
- Michael Robson: We had exciting times last night.
- Hillary Lindamont: They're disgusting. Michael, where did you get these?
- Michael Robson: The question is, where do they go next?
- Hillary Lindamont: You aren't... you only wanted pictures?
- Michael Robson: I'm sorry, kid. I like you. Last night was really something. But I'll need $20,000 by tomorrow from you.
- Hillary Lindamont: You want money. You scum!
- [standing, she throws them at him]
- Hillary Lindamont: There are your pictures! You can't hurt me.
- Michael Robson: [grabbing her wrist as she turns to leave] Wait... wait a minute! I have negatives. $20,000. Or... I sell these pictures, along with an exposé on how the St. Gregory functions as a brothel, and how one of its employees is a well-paid, efficient, high-class hooker.
- Billy Griffin: About the street kid...
- Peter McDermott: Yeah, how'd Bobby like sleeping in my room last night?
- Billy Griffin: The little devil is jiving me. They never heard of Bobby Shea at juvenile hall.
- Peter McDermott: A kid who lives by his wits. I guess he's not about to trust a stranger with his real name. Billy, you gotta call a social worker to come and get him.
- Billy Griffin: I will. I just know what happens to kids when the city gets their hands on 'em.
- Peter McDermott: Well, couldn't be that he reminds you of another street kid, could he?
- Billy Griffin: Maybe.
- Peter McDermott: So what do you wanna do?
- Billy Griffin: Well, could you give me a few hours so I can find out his real name?
- Peter McDermott: Okay, but don't take too long. He needs better help than you can give him alone.
- Dave Kendall: Gee, I'm sorry, I guess one of the bellmen must have put your bags in the baggage area.
- Michael Robson: I'm in a hurry. You find my bags.
- Dave Kendall: I'm sorry. I can't...
- Peter McDermott: I'll show you where they are.
- [he leads Robson to an out-of-the-way room behind the front desk; as Dave stands guard, rustling and blows landing are heard, and after a minute or so, Peter re-emerges]
- Peter McDermott: See that that baggage is cleared out of there right away. Leave it out on the street in back of the hotel.
- Dave Kendall: Yes, sir. My pleasure.
- Kei: Mrs. Toland, as usual, black currant tea.
- Milly Toland: Kei, you are one of the joys of living in the St. Gregory. It's a wonder what you do with tea and scones to make it a work of art.
- Kei: Tea and scones, Mrs. Toland, are merely a theme upon which the intelligent cook plays many variations.
- Cat Locatelli: You can't arrest me! I'm under 18, I'm a juvenile.
- Billy Griffin: Cute. Kid thinks he's a jailhouse lawyer.
- Cat Locatelli: You got no right to turn me in.
- Billy Griffin: I'm trying to help you, kid.
- Cat Locatelli: How about helping me out the front door? I didn't do nothing really bad.
- Billy Griffin: Okay, I'm gonna make a guess here. I'm guessing your name is, uh, Cat. Yeah? Sure. Cat. Street kid, right? Walks quiet, sneaks in every place, forages for scraps...
- Cat Locatelli: And I got claws, too!
- Peter McDermott: Easy, Cat. Let's talk parents. Why'd you run away from home?
- Cat Locatelli: Let's just say home ran away from me.
- Billy Griffin: Do you want to spell it out, Catman?
- Cat Locatelli: My mom's a doper. My old man ran out about a year ago. The name's Bobby Shea. Spell it out for ya?
- Billy Griffin: It's late, Peter. I'd hate to see him hauled downtown this time of the day.
- Peter McDermott: Oh, I'm sleeping at home tonight. He can use my room upstairs.
- Michael Robson: A public place is so reassuring for a business transaction don't you agree?
- Peter McDermott: The pictures.
- Michael Robson: Yeah.
- Peter McDermott: [Robson hands them over and Christine double-checks] And the negatives.
- Michael Robson: The money.
- [Peter takes out a check and they exchange]
- Michael Robson: Don't you care to look at them, Mr. McDermott? Hilary's such a... beautiful girl.
- Peter McDermott: [to Christine] You burn them. How do I know you don't have any more negatives?
- Michael Robson: I'm a professional. If I get a reputation for double-crossing people, I'd wake up one morning and read my own obituary.
- Peter McDermott: You double-cross me, and you can count on it.
- Michael Robson: Why spoil a thriving business? There are hundreds of Hilarys out there, and hundreds of McDermotts to help 'em out. Bags, please
- Dave Kendall: Yes, sir.
- [leaving, Robson bumps into Billy, disguised as a priest]
- Billy Griffin: Oh! Bless you, brother.
- [coming over to Peter and Christine, he reveals he lifted the blackmail payment]
- Billy Griffin: The Lord giveth... and the Lord taketh away.