Arthur Sinclair:[to Allison]You ignored the first rule of infidelity, darling... never cheat on a man who employs a private detective.
Arthur Sinclair:[about George]He must love you very much.
Allison Sinclair:[defiantly]He does!
Arthur Sinclair:Apparently. He even let you have an affair with another man, but that served another purpose, didn't it?
Garden Party Hostess:[to Allison]You must have a lot of courage, my dear... married to a mind reader? How could one keep secrets?
Arthur Sinclair:I'd give up those coffee comemrcials if I were you and concentrate on bigger things. Take it from me, those reviews of your play were unfair! Any time you need a testimonial...
Gil Weston:Shut up!
Arthur Sinclair:Watch your language, Mr. Weston. You're already in a great deal of trouble.
Allison Sinclair:What are you going to do?
[Arthur, pointing a gun at her, smiles and says nothing]
Allison Sinclair:Tell me, Arthur!
Arthur Sinclair:[pause, then]I have a suggestion for you, darling... why don't you read my mind?
Allison Sinclair:killed you!
Arthur Sinclair:Not quite... he *shot* me. There's a difference.
Arthur Sinclair:Another lesson in infidelity, darling... if a private detective can find out about Lover A, he can almost certainly find out about Lover B.
Arthur Sinclair:[to George]Allison tried to have me killed tonight.
[George stares at Allison, but says nothing]
Arthur Sinclair:Didn't you hear me? I said-...
Arthur Sinclair:I heard you, Arthur.
Arthur Sinclair:What went wrong?
Allison Sinclair:He was expecting it.
George Brubaker:[glances at Arthur, then]Impossible.
Allison Sinclair:He found out about Gil months ago. Tonight was a set-up!
Arthur Sinclair:[to telephone operator after his pacemaker test]Am I alive?
Gil Weston:You are one cold-blooded lady.
Allison Sinclair:[slowly slides a hand into the open front of Gil's bathrobe]Cold-blooded?