Green Light

Dr. Newell Paige:
What would religion be without music?

Mrs. Dexter:
There was religion long before there was music.

Pat Arlen:
[to Phyllis] Someone said dates are only steps in the long parade of time.

Dean Harcourt:
I imagine we come here for the same purpose... to look off into eternity.

Dr. Newell Paige:
I don't think I'm very much concerned with eternity. My job's with the present.

Dean Harcourt:
The present troubles you?

Dr. Newell Paige:
Yes, a little. One has ideals... Troublesome things, ideals. They get in the way of logic, fair thinking. Eternity? [He shakes his head] After all, the patient feels just as much pain today even though tomorrow he thinks he may be sitting on the edge of a cloud, strumming a harp.

Dean Harcourt:
And you're concerned with curing today's pain so the patient won't... uh... join the Heavenly Host.

Dr. Newell Paige:
Right.

Dean Harcourt:
Narurally as a physician you believe that...

Dr. Newell Paige:
[Interrupting] How did you know I'm a physician?

Dean Harcourt:
You just told me.

Dr. Newell Paige:
[laughs to himself] Right.

Dean Harcourt:
Tou know, you and I are in the same sort of business. If I concern myself more with eternity, it's because my job is with the soul, rather than with the body.

Dr. Newell Paige:
Preacher?

Dean Harcourt:
I much prefer to be known as a teacher.

Sheriff:
[to Paige] The people ain't mean, Doc; they're scared.

Doctor John Stafford:
[Seeing Paige cooking eggs] Who told you to get breakfast?

Dr. Newell Paige:
My stomach!

Dean Harcourt:
I'm alive simply because I have a job to do. You take away my job, you take away my life.

Dr. Newell Paige:
Yes, a man must have something to live for, musn't he?

Dean Harcourt:
Or something to die for.

Dr. Newell Paige:
[Smiles] I can't think of something to die for. However, maybe something will turn up.