Bill Kirby Murder Case

Richard Diamond, private detective. ... Diamond detective agency, surplus homicides, surplus hand grenades, black market embalming. Oh, Rick. Oh, Helen, what's with you? It's what's with you, I'm worried about. What do you mean what's with me?

You know what's with you. Now you stop that, that's my routine. I want that which you pilfered from the living room the other night, and I want it back and I want it right away.

Oh, but Helen, baby. Don't you baby me, now you get it down here. But I can't leave the office. I just got in. I haven't even washed out one sock. Rick, it wasn't fair when you stole that picture. And I've been embarrassed about it ever since.

I want it bad. Oh, but honey, don't be that way. It...it looks lovely. Can you see it? Well, sure. Got it right on my desk. Now, Rick, I won't have it. Now, look. If anybody asks about it, I'll say it's me.

You never were a baby. You started with a beard and a low whistle. Honey, honey, I had a baby picture just like it once and believe me, from the way you're facing in the picture you couldn't tell the difference between us.

I'm lying on a rug. You probably had yours taken on spikes. Now you bring that right over, I'll tell everybody your middle name. Helen. I'll see you in 20 minutes or I'll take a full-page chat in the time.

You wouldn't. 20 minutes with the picture. Back. Helen. Oh, Dandy. Mr. Denny. Yes, but I'm afraid you'll have to come back. I've got to take care of something that might mean my whole future is a private detective.