(dialogs--continued from the other column)
9. Police Chief Art Fuller: I'm sorry Mrs. Maxwell, Nicolas Simmons gave
me strict orders. No one's allowed on this property.
Halcyon Maxwell: Oh, Mr. Fuller you don't seem to understand. We're
followers. We're on the path of the occult.
Police Chief Art Fuller: I'm afraid you won't find anything like that
Halcyon Maxwell: Oh, well it's obvious you don't understand. Our
society is dedicated to contacting the other world.
Police Chief Art Fuller: The communists?
Halcyon Maxwell: No! The spiritual world!
10. Halcyon Maxwell (to her husband, before forbidding him to sign Simmons’
papers): You don't seem to realize the cosmic importance of this.
11. Luther (after dinner at Alma’s house, trying to explain how he feels
about her; he can’t even look at her): The thing is this, Alma. You’re a
darned attractive girl.
Alma: Thank you.
Luther: Me, I’m a guy…. You take your average guy, and your above
average girl… What I’m trying to say is that “average” is just darn lucky to
sitting on the same porch with “above average”…
Alma: Luther, are you trying to say you like me?
Luther (shyly): Yeah.
Alma (after kissing him): I like you too, Luther.
12. [In court, lawyer Springer calls his "surprise" witness to the stand,
Springer: And what is your occupation?
Gaylord Patie: I'm a certified public accountant for the state.
Springer: Now then, I understand that you, Mr. Patie, have heard the
organ playing in the Simmons Mansion. Am I correct, sir?
Gaylord Patie: You are. I have heard organ music coming from the tower
of the Simmons Mansion on three separate occasions. [gasps of awe come from
the audience] That's why I came to you, Mr. Springer.
Springer: And at what time did you hear this music?
Gaylord Patie: At the stroke of midnight. [more gasps of awe come from
Springer: And what else have you heard coming from the Simmons
Mansion, Mr. Patie?
Gaylord Patie: On the first occasion, a woman's scream. And on the
second and third occasions, a man's scream. [even more gasps of awe come
from the audience]
Springer: And what kind of screams were they, Mr. Patie?
Gaylord Patie: Oh wild, maniacal screams. [audience is really
Springer: Thank you. Your witness.
Whitlow: [cross-examining] Mr. Patie, I understand that you're
president of the International Conclave for Unidentified Flying Objects
Gaylord Patie: That is correct, sir.
Whitlow: Where was your last meeting held?
Gaylord Patie: On Mars. [courtroom erupts in laughter]
13. Luther Heggs (in court, Luther is bragging about his love of
journalism, unintentionally making himself look bad): I guess if you cut me,
I'd bleed ink…. When you work with words, words are your work.
14. Whitlow: I'm asking you a question, Heggs! Can't you curb your
imagination for one minute?
Luther Heggs: Can't you curb your tongue for a minute?
Man in audience: Atta boy, Luther!
Whitlow: Isn’t it true that you were offered a full-time job as
reporter if you brought back a sensational story from that house? A story
that you made up out of your own head?
Luther: No, that’s not true! I saw those things. I heard those things.
Those church bells rang. The organ played. I saw the bloodstains on the
keys, and they are still there. And when I came downstairs I came
face-to-face with a painting of Mrs. Simmons; there was a pair of garden
shears stuck in her throat, and blood gushing from the wound. (audience is
Judge: Quiet down! I’m not sure whether I believe in ghosts or not…,
but I do know there’s only one way of finding out if there’s something going
on in that Simmons place. This court hereby orders the jury and interested
parties to meet here at 11:30 tonight. And we’re going down to the Simmons
house, and see for ourselves. Court’s adjourned!
15. Luther Heggs (describing how he stopped “the bad guy” near the end of
the film): That's right, karate... made my whole body a weapon.