If it isn’t Inspector Suchet of the Whatever.

Sam: Tasty?
Patrice: Tastier than tastes bad. The English do not know how to cook. I mean, sweet Jesus, why did anyone think a dish called Toad in the Hole would be anything but disgusting?
Sam: The wine was good.
Patrice: The wine was French.

Patrice: That man is about as much a painter as I am a milkmaid.
Sam: That’s an image.
Patrice: And what about the garage? I’d love to know why there’s not room inside for their car.
Sam: I think their little sculpture on the roof might have something to do with it.

Sam: Well, you kept your cool, Patrice.
Patrice: Please. You may have not raised your voice, but you still poked him as hard as I did.
Sam: I just like to shake the tree to see what falls out.
Patrice: Except, my reckless American friend, shake a Roman tree, and you get a face full of birdshit.

Patrice: Tell me, Sam. Outside of the antique Gabrielle got you for St. Valentine’s or whatever, do you still possess a working pistol?
Sam: Anyone who wants to shoot me will have to bring their own gun.
Patrice: I have no idea what that means, but it has the ring of your usual moral foolishness. Still, there’s a madman running around. You might want to protect yourself with something more reliable than just your wits.

So, tell me, if we do not actually fire the weapon, will your God forgive us for Philippe’s death?

Monsieur Spade Quotes

Sam: You speak perfect English.
Gabrielle: I had a good teacher.
Sam: Another talent I lack.
Gabrielle: Teaching?
Sam: Learning.
Gabrielle: You just have to be taught by someone you want to listen to.
Sam: I’m all ears.

I couldn’t tell you what sort of man I am other than I keep my promises, particularly when I’m paid to.

Spade