Mannix

Dr. Cameron McKenzie:
I want to hire you, Mr. Mannix. Can I be assured of your discretion? Can I trust you not to go to the police?

Joe Mannix:
No. No, you can't. You see, I'm licensed, inspected, and suspected by the police.

Janet Paulson:
I'm not a sports car fan, Mr. Mannix. I don't know the difference between a Bugatti and a bicycle.

Katrina McKenzie:
Brian is gone! He's kidnapped! What have you done?

Dr. Cameron McKenzie:
I have tried to avoid hysteria for one thing.

Katrina McKenzie:
Of course you have. Your reaction to nuclear war would be to become the most controlled cinder on earth.

Joe Mannix:
Doesn't that bother you, Doctor?

Katrina McKenzie:
The Ice Man? One of his residents calls him the only glacier in southern California.

Gordon Parker:
[Intertect technician runs punch cards through a computer] That's all very well, Peggy, but we have to have a charge number. Now if I don't, Wickersham will have my head. As a matter of fact, ever since Mannix left Intertect, one hour of every day is devoted to hating him.

Peggy Fair:
The whole of civilization is built on faith, Parker. Don't waver.

Peggy Fair:
I took the liberty of going to, uh, well, y'know, a certain organization and now don't be angry because it worked! Intertect put 'Kelly Green Frame' through the computer and what do you think?

Joe Mannix:
That I'm gonna strangle you.

Anne Marion:
Look, I may not tell the truth, but I certainly never lie!

Joe Mannix:
Lew, we've been here before. I know you won't change the system. I know I won't change the system. It's logical. Can me.

Lew Wickersham:
You're my best man!

Joe Mannix:
I know.

Lew Wickersham:
I know you know!

Joe Mannix:
No, I'm not married. Why? Well, I guess I've always been a loner. Even when I was with Intertect. [Jody looks confused] Intertect? Oh, well, that's a big detective agency. Big building, y'know, lots of machines, computers all the time tick, tick, tick tick all the time! Well, one day I cussed at the machine, and I think I heard it cuss back, so I quit. Now, if I can't get along with a machine, just think what would happen with a wife!

Dr. Lang:
I don't find any organic damage, either to the eye proper, or the connective ophthalmic system.

Joe Mannix:
What's that supposed to mean?

Dr. Lang:
That means there's no pathological reason why you can't see.

Joe Mannix:
Why can't I?

Dr. Lang:
You have a case of psychosomatic blindness.

Joe Mannix:
Psychosomatic?

Dr. Lang:
There's no simple explanation, Mr. Mannix. [the doctor walks to the window and opens the blinds to the examining room] You live a dangerous and complex life. You risk it constantly in your profession. To you that's just... an occupational hazard. But you're a man. And mortal. When that bullet caught you, only the thickness of a single hair kept you from being killed. In that split second, you felt death. Your eyes saw it. They couldn't stand it, and they closed.

Joe Mannix:
For how long?

Dr. Lang:
Your sight could come back in six months... six days... or even six hours.

Joe Mannix:
Or never.

Dr. Lang:
Or never.

Joe Mannix:
What time is it?

Peggy Fair:
Seven-twenty.

Joe Mannix:
Look, why don't you go home before you make your babysitter rich?

Peggy Fair:
I haven't finished that Javis report.

Joe Mannix:
Forget it! We're out of business.

Lieutenant Adam Tobias:
Joe, listen. I've got this friend - ex-Marine, he's a great guy. He works with the blind...

Joe Mannix:
You mean... he sells 'em those white canes?

Peggy Fair:
Let's face it, Joe - it's a brand new ball game.

Joe Mannix:
Ball game called because of darkness.

Peggy Fair:
You're feeling sorry for yourself, right?

Joe Mannix:
Can't you get it through your thick head I don't need a secretary? What I need is a seeing-eye dog! Now, can you bark?

Peggy Fair:
Yes, I can bark, and I can bite, too! I thought I was working for a guy who could take anything that was handed out to him, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I ought to rent you a corner and give you a tin cup with six pencils!

C.W. Taggart:
Is that you, Uncle? Who is that with you? Do they wanna play with me?

Susan Ward:
Mannix. Does anything go with that?

Joe Mannix:
Joe.

Susan Ward:
Joseph! Turncoat of many colors! Come to lead me out of Egypt, back to the Promised Land? Or is it back to bondage?

Susan Ward:
Please, Mannix. Is it the money?

Joe Mannix:
Yeah, it's the money. And the fact I know who I am - a guy who keeps a bargain.

Joe Mannix:
I'm sorry, Susan. It looks like I was picked as the Judas goat to lead the lamb to slaughter. Only this time they're gonna try to kill the goat too.