After the Thin Man (1936)
William Powell: Nick Charles
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Nick Charles : You see, when it comes to words like that, an illiterate person...
Polly Byrnes : Whaddaya mean "illiterate"? My father and mother were married right here in the city hall!
Nick Charles : [Leans toward Nora] Having a good time, Mrs. Charles?
Nora Charles : It couldn't be better.
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Nora Charles : Are you packing?
Nick Charles : Yes dear, I'm putting away this liquor.
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Nick Charles : Have you made any New Year's resolutions?
Nora Charles : Not yet. Any complaints or suggestions?
Nick Charles : A few.
Nora Charles : Which?
Nick Charles : Complaints.
Nora Charles : All right shoot.
Nick Charles : Well, you don't scold, you don't nag, and you look far too pretty in the mornings.
Nora Charles : All right, I'll remember: must scold, must nag, mustn't be too pretty in the mornings.
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Henry the Butler : [Elderly butler has an eccentric way of walking] Walk this way, Sir.
Nick Charles : Well, I'll try.
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Nora Charles : I love to watch you sleep. You look so cute. Nicky, have you any pictures of yourself taken as a baby?
Nick Charles : No.
Nora Charles : Aww, that's a shame. I want to see what you looked like.
Nick Charles : I'll have some taken in the morning.
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Nick Charles : Come on, let's get something to eat. I'm thirsty.
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Nick Charles : Who was that?
Nora Charles : Oh, you wouldn't know them, darling. They're respectable.
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Nora Charles : I suppose we ought to decide where we're going.
Nick Charles : Why, do you care?
Nora Charles : No, but I haven't any clothes.
Nick Charles : Well, what's the difference? Saves you the trouble of packing. And I don't need anything in the world, darling, but you... and a toothbrush.
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Nora Charles : Aunt Katherine wants to speak to you.
Nick Charles : What have I done now?
Nora Charles : Do you know why Robert wasn't here tonight?
Nick Charles : Sure, because he's smart.
Nora Charles : I'm not fooling, darling, he's disappeared.
Nick Charles : That's swell. Now if we could just get Aunt Katherine to disappear...
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Nick Charles : How do you do? I'd like to get this gal out of the woman's tank.
Prison Matron : Oh, yes. Is this the one that was doing the fan dance?
Nick Charles : Fan dance?
Prison Matron : Yes.
Nick Charles : Well, if it is, she's been holding out on me.
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Nora Charles : Do you think she'll really take him home?
Nick Charles : She'll take him somewhere, I'm sure of that.
Nora Charles : What do you mean?
Nick Charles : I mean, did I ever tell you that you're the most fascinating woman this side of the Rockies?
Nora Charles : Wait till you see me on the other side.
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'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner : Have you ever been thrown out of a place, Mr. Charles?
Nick Charles : Let's see. How many was it up to yesterday, Mrs. Charles?
Nora Charles : Well, uh, how many places were you in, Mr. Charles?
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Nick Charles : Oh, you got ideas, huh?
Nora Charles : Very definite ideas.
Nick Charles : I was afraid so.
Nora Charles : I'm going to lock the door, plug the bell, cut the telephone and crawl into bed for a month!
Nick Charles : Oh, Nora, you're my favorite woman.
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Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner : You bet you. You catch my brother. You play trick on him.
Nick Charles : No play trick on him, no catch him. You bet you. Is he still in?
Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner : You bet you. For five years more.
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Joe : Champagne, boys.
Thug with Joe at Nick's Table : Me too.
Nick Charles : Sure, Champagne! Willie?
Willie the Weeper : Scotch - with a Champagne chaser.
Nora Charles : Likewise.
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Nick Charles : With these earphones, Anderson could hear everything that went on down in your place.
Polly Byrnes : Everything?
Nick Charles : Everything.
Polly Byrnes : Holy Smoke!
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Nick Charles : Nice work Lum.
Nora Charles : And you sent his brother up.
Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner : Sure. Mr. Charles sent him up. Number one detective. I don't like my brother. I like his girl. I'm your friend. You betcha!
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Nick Charles : Good morning!
Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad : Good evening.
Nick Charles : Uh, yes, good evening. Will you have some breakfast?
Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad : Thanks, I just had dinner.
Nick Charles : I give up.
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Nick Charles : Hello, Dancer. Come in, come in.
'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner : Once a gumheel, always a gumheel, huh? Well, I don't like gumheels, but I thought you'd quit it when you married a pot of money.
Nora Charles : Did he call me a pot?
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Nick Charles : Family dinner I suppose. Aunt Katherine, Uncle Willie, Cousin Emily
Nora Charles : Aunt Hattie, Cousin Lucius, Uncle Thomas. Pour me one too
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Nick Charles : [In a Sunset Limited sleeping car] Darling, don't you want to pack this?
[Hands Nora her silk negligee]
Nora Charles : How they can expect a woman to still have any mystery left for a man after living in a place like this for three days, I don't know.
Nick Charles : Darling, you don't need mystery. You've got something much better. Something more alluring.
Nora Charles : What?
Nick Charles : Me.
Nora Charles : You?
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Nick Charles : Nora, darling, sugar, Happy New Year!
Nora Charles : Nicky, you're bleeding.
Nick Charles : Hmm? Oh, yes, yes. I little accident.
Nora Charles : [Nora uses a handkerchief to wipe off the lipstick from Nick's face] I know, this New Year's traffic is terrible, isn't it?
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Nick Charles : Who ever remembers a gardener unless he squirts a hose at you?
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Nora Charles : Well, how you gonna do it?
Nick Charles : I haven't the faintest idea. I'm just gonna look and listen and pray that somebody makes a slip. Just one slip.
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Nick Charles : All right, Dancer, if you insist. It's mighty white of you.
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Nora Charles : [Talking on the phone to her Aunt] You see, it's New Year's Eve, Aunt Katherine.
Nick Charles : The old battle axe.
Nora Charles : Shut up! Excuse me, Aunt Katherine, I was talking to the dog.
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Nora Charles : Come on, darling, it will be like old times - when we were all engaged.
Nick Charles : Yes, before we made any mistakes.
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Nick Charles : What have you got to offer Harold?
Harold : There's Tim McCrumb's place and there's the Lichee and there's the Tenderfin.
Nora Charles : Is the Lichee a Chinese restaurant?
Harold : Yessim.
Nick Charles : Me no lookie for Robert.
Nora Charles : The Lichee.
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Polly Byrnes : Say, is that Mrs. Landis?
Nick Charles : Yep, want to meet her?
Polly Byrnes : No thanks, I've had enough of this family.
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Nick Charles : Polly, Phil had a key to your apartment, hadn't he?
Polly Byrnes : Yeah.
Nick Charles : And so had Dancer?
Polly Byrnes : Yeah!
Nick Charles : What about Lum?
Polly Byrnes : No, of course not!
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Nick Charles : Harold? We want to go someplace and get the taste of respectibility out of our mouths.
Harold : OK, Nick.
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Reporter #1 : Are you gonna keep on with your detective work then?
Nick Charles : I retired. I'm just going to take care of my wife's money, so I'll have something in my old age.
Reporter #2 : You said you'd retired in New York; but, I noticed you took that Thin Man case.
Reporter #3 : Oh, that Thin Man was a beaut! They're still talking about it.
Reporter #1 : Pick us up another Thin Man, will ya Nick?
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David : Poor girl, it's bad enough with Aunt Katherine and Robert. Now she's got that Dr. Kammer.
Nick Charles : Who's Dr. Kammer?
David : Oh, I don't know? He's some nut psychologist. He sits around and talks about her dreams by the hour. I get the creeps every time I look at him.
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'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner : So, a guy comes in and buys a drink. He goes out and somebody kills him. What are we supposed to do? Give the customers insurance with the drinks?
Nick Charles : Not a bad idea.
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Nick Charles : Why did you go to his place?
'Dancer', Lichee Club Owner : Because I thought he'd gummed my game.
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[first lines]
Nora Charles : [on a train] Nickie! Nickie! What are you doing?
Nick Charles : [shaving] Just practicing, dear. Will you have a little slice of throat?
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Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner : You betchu. You ketch my brother. You play trick on him.
Nick Charles : No play trick on him, no catch him. You betchu. Is he still in?
Lum Kee, Lichee Club Co-Owner : You betchu. For five year more.
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Nick Charles : You're Dancer's girl, aren't you?
Polly Byrnes : I work for him.
Lieutenant Abrams, San Francisco Homicide Squad : That's not what he asked you.
Polly Byrnes : Well, we got a understanding.