Radioland Murders
1994
Penny Henderson: I told Dexter not to smoke. If you ask me, they oughta put warning labels on those packages.
Claudette: Caught me at a bad time, kid. I'm in. Roger: So am I. Claudette: Nobody enters my dressing room uninvited! What the hell do you think that star means? Roger: You're Jewish?
Claudette: I'm the va-va-va-voom girl with the va-va-va-voom voice. Who the hell are you? Lieutenant Cross: I'm the Chicago cop with the sh-sh-short temper.
Katzenback: Now you listen to me, Junior, don't you think that I don't know what's going on, because I do know, and now you know that I know. Walt Whalen Junior: Listen, I don't know what you know that I know, but I do know that you don't know what you think you know. Katzenback: Oh no? Walt Whalen Junior: No.
Milt Lackey: Retire? Who'd support my mother and father?
(last lines) Announcer: And that's it from WBN in Chicago. If it wasn't clear before, it's certainly clear now; There'll never be anything quite like... radio.
Milt Lackey: (pointing to his outstretched finger) That's it. That's the only thing I got that still works.
Milt Lackey: In what other business can a man my age walk out on stage, smoke a cigar, tell a few jokes, sing a few songs, and use the same color lipstick Dolores del Rio uses?
Milt Lackey: In what other business can a man my age walk out on stage, smoke a cigar, tell a few jokes, sing a few songs, and use the same color lipstick that Dolores del Rio uses?
Zoltan: (stabbing a knife into a watermelon) The knife in the back. (Grabs a mallet) The sound of the human head smashing. (Smashes the watermelon and pauses) Hmmm... something is not quite right. Morgana: Try honeydew. Zoltan: Good idea!
Wild Writer: What if the wife bashes him over the head, with a frying pan, and then chops him up into hundreds of tiny pieces with her shiny new carving knife. Father Writer: No! Son Writer: It's a family show! Wild Writer: Okay, then what if she does it to the whole family?
Jules Cogley: If you are gonna be a serious gin hound a reccomend that you develop some taste. This is rat poison. (lifts flask to lips to drink) Oh, what the hell.
Anna: (singing) When you came in sight, I got that old feeling.