Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony,

I Distrust A Man That Says When. If He's Got To Be Careful Not To Drink To Much It's Because He's Not To Be Trusted When He Does.

Samuel Spade's Jaw Was Long And Bony, His Chin A Jutting V Under The More Flexible V Of His Mouth. His Nostrils Curved Back To Make Another, Smaller, V. His Yellow-grey Eyes Were Horizontal. The V Motif Was Picked Up Again By Thickish Brows Rising Outward From Twin Creases Above A Hooked Nose, And His Pale Brown Hair Grew Down--from High Flat Temples--in A Point On His Forehead. He Looked Rather Pleasantly Like A Blond Satan.

The Problem With Putting Two And Two Together Is That Sometimes You Get Four, And Sometimes You Get Twenty-two.

When A Man's Partner Is Killed He's Supposed To Do Something About It. It Doesn't Make Any Difference What You Thought Of Him. He Was Your Partner And You're Supposed To Do Something About It. Then It Happens We Were In The Detective Business. Well, When One Of Your Organization Gets Killed It's Bad Business To Let The Killer Get Away With It. It's Bad All Around-bad For That One Organization, Bad For Every Detective Everywhere. Sam Spade

The Truth Is You Don't Like The Theater Except The Times When You're In A Room By Yourself Putting The Play On Paper.