Blonde for a Day (1946)

Hugh Beaumont: Michael Shayne

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Quotes 

• [Mike's best friend, Tim Rourke, has been shot] 

  Inspector Pete Rafferty : The police are handling this case and we haven't asked for any outside help.

  Michael Shayne : I don't feel like fighting with you, Rafferty. All I want is the person responsible for *that*.

  Inspector Pete Rafferty : So does everyone. What do you supposed a detective bureau is for?

  Michael Shayne : I've often wondered.

• [Phyllis finds Mike sitting on the floor of Tim's apartment rubbing his chin] 

  Phyllis Hamilton : Oh, now you look natural. Mike Shayne, can't I leave you for an hour without you getting beaten up?

  Michael Shayne : Seems like old times. I guess I was getting soft.

  Phyllis Hamilton : Are you hurt?

  Michael Shayne : No. No, just my vanity.

• [addressing Brenner when his two henchmen enter his office] 

  Michael Shayne : Ah, the affidavit collectors. Of course, they're not working for you - or will you fool me and tell me the truth?

• Burly Henchman : How come Bugeye let him in?

  Michael Shayne : Bugeye is now Shuteye. He's a sucker for a left.

• [to Mike after he confronts Brenner and his thugs] 

  Phyllis Hamilton : What, no black eye?

  Michael Shayne : It's the day off for the strong-arm boys. They only work five days a week now, you know - union regulations.

• Michael Shayne : Is Mrs. Smith a brunette?

  Doorman : No sir! You never seen a blonde like that lady. Why, she'd shine in the dark!

• Michael Shayne : There's too many blondes in this case. I'm having blonde nightmares. I hope I never see another blonde as long as I live.

  Phyllis Hamilton : May I have that in writing?

  Michael Shayne : ...With options.

• [last lines] 

  Phyllis Hamilton : Tim, notice anything strange about Mike?

  Tim Rourke : No. What?

  Phyllis Hamilton : This is the first time he ever got through a case without being laid out like a rug.

  Michael Shayne : Let me tell you one thing - nobody ever lays Mike Shayne out like a rug!

  [a nurse entering Tim's room slams the door into Mike's head, knocking him out] 

  Tim Rourke : [talking on the telephone]  Give me the Admission desk... Send another bed up to Room 216.

• [interviewing an African-American doorman] 

  Michael Shayne : I'm in the market for some information.

  Doorman : You've come to the right market, suh... the black market. Sellin' information is what I is most fond of.