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.

I’ll tell you what. You stay and wait for your father to show up; smoke to your lungs’ content. I’ll be back at sundown. If you’re still hanging around, you’ll come home with me. If not, it’s swell knowing you, and I hope you and Philippe have a nice life on the run.

Sam

Henri: I must confess. Since I was a child, you’ve been my hero.
Sam: Your hero?
Henri: Oui.
Sam: [disrobing] My advice? Trade up.

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

Patrice [to Mother Superior]

Marguerite: You may think you understand him, but you make him feel small. You make most men feel small.
Sam: That’s because they don’t know me. Then I’ve never much cared what other thought of me.
Marguerite: Not caring doesn’t make one bulletproof.
Sam: You should needlepoint that one on a pillow.

Oh, look George, at how he’s captured the flesh tones of this lovely naked lady.

Mrs. Fitzsimmons

Sam: You weren’t afraid?
Teresa: I had my knife. Though, sadly, I lost it.
Sam: In the chapel?
Teresa: In the monk.

Monsieur Spade Season 1 Episode 2 Quotes

I’ll tell you what. You stay and wait for your father to show up; smoke to your lungs’ content. I’ll be back at sundown. If you’re still hanging around, you’ll come home with me. If not, it’s swell knowing you, and I hope you and Philippe have a nice life on the run.

Sam

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.