Jim Hennessy: I still secretly keep hoping that, uh, she's like a lost suitcase. If nobody finds her or picks her up in a year or so, I get to keep her.
Barbara: Don't be too eager. Whoever I belonged to before doesn't want me back.
Ironside: Or they still don't know where you are.
Barbara: Or I didn't belong to anyone.
(referring to Barbara)
Dr. Carl Banks: She responded well to treatment. Though, uh, not too well to courtship.
Mrs. Petrizzi: I'll get some cheese and fruit.
Ironside: Oh please don't go to any bother.
Mrs. Petrizzi: Mr. Ironside, this is an Italian home.
Officer Petrizzi: A little wine, huh, Chief. (Ironside nods approvingly)
Ironside: Mind going back there to look around?
Barbara: No, I don't mind at all.
Mrs. Petrizzi: Not before dinner, you don't go.
Mrs. Petrizzi: Sure. All this time we've known Barbara, she'd never brought a man around. You don't think we're going to let you go now, do you?