Phyllis: Do you make your own breakfast, Mr Neff?Walter Neff: Well, I squeeze a grapefruit now and again.
Phyllis: I think you're rotten.Walter Neff: I think you're swell - so long as I'm not your husband.Phyllis: Get out of here.Walter Neff: You bet I'll get out of here, baby. I'll get out of here but quick.
That's a honey of an anklet you're wearing, Mrs. Dietrichson.
Phyllis: I was just fixing some ice tea; would you like a glass?Walter Neff: Yeah, unless you got a bottle of beer that's not working.