Prof. Carl Anderson: Five moves. Bob, you are totally without scruples.
Ironside: No room for scruples on a chessboard.
Prof. Carl Anderson: The least shift in his... or her... precarious psychological balance could very possibly lead to murder.
Ironside: How we doing with Mrs. Kingsley and Rhea Prentiss?
Ed: Mrs. Kingsley is on her way here. Prentiss' phone is out of order.
Ironside: I wonder how police officers managed before there were telephones?
Ironside: Who's this.
Rhea Prentiss: It's my lawyer.
Ironside: You're not under arrest.
Rhea Prentiss: Well, he's just standing by in case I need something legal. Like a habeas or a corpus.
Eve: Chief, the reporters are getting impatient.
Ironside: An occupational disease.
Rhea Prentiss: I may give up painting and try acting.
Ironside: Art's loss will be theater's gain.