Bourbon Street Beat

Travis: I appreciate your help, Rex. Rex: What's one more life?

Rex: A man who plants a bomb could be a liar.

Travis: Thanks, Rex. I guess that's it 'til the next time. Rex: Well don't call me, I'll call you. Let's pack up and get outta here.

Betty Jane: I'm ducking the reception. Wanna buy me a drink later on? Rex: I'll do better than that. I'll cook you dinner.

Crane: Letters have never killed a man. A live bomb could.

Rex: 30 years. That's a long time to hold a grudge. Betty Jane: Time's a very overrated thing, Rex. It hurts as often as it heals.

Gerard (about the bomber): We stand a better chance of nailing him if there are two sitting ducks. Rex: Quack! Quack!

Betty Jane: Rex, don't you know better than to argue with a woman once she's made up her mind? Especially this woman.

Norman: Aren't you going to look for a clue, Mr. Randolph? Rex: Clues won't do us much good unless we can get out of here.

Norman (to Betty and Rex): In a minute or two you won't need a window to get outta here. We can all go together.

Gerard (after the explosion): Never mind the bomb squad. Send the fire department.