Narrow Margin

Vincent Yost:
We're ready to make a deal. You have her, we want her, how much? It's as simple as that.

Walter Brown:
You're under arrest.

Vincent Yost:
For what?

Walter Brown:
Attempted bribery.

Vincent Yost:
Bribery? Heh -- you'd never make it stick. I'm a sales executive for the Midwest Equipment Company, Chicago. I've never even gotten as much as a parking ticket.

Walter Brown:
I don't say I've never been tempted. Of course I've been tempted; I'm human like anybody else. But to spend the rest of my time worrying when I'll be caught up with by some hoodlum holding a first mortgage on my life, payable on demand...! Naah. No kind of money worth that.

Walter Brown:
Pardon me, I'd like to get through.

Jennings:
Sorry, this train wasn't designed for my tonnage, heh. Nobody loves a fat man except his grocer and his tailor!

Walter Brown:
Sister, I've known some pretty hard cases in my time; you make 'em all look like putty. You're not talking about a sack of gumdrops that's gonna be smashed -- you're talking about a dame's life! You may think it's a funny idea for a woman with a kid to stop a bullet for you, only I'm not laughing!

Mrs. Neall:
Where do you get off, being so superior? Why shouldn't I take advantage of her -- I want to live! If you had to step on someone to get something you wanted real bad, would you think twice about it?

Walter Brown:
Shut up!

Mrs. Neall:
In a pig's eye you would! You're no different from me.

Walter Brown:
Shut up!

Mrs. Neall:
Not till I tell you something, you cheap badge-pusher! When we started on this safari, you made it plenty clear I was just a job, and no joy in it, remember?

Walter Brown:
Yeah, and it still goes, double!

Mrs. Neall:
Okay, keep it that way. I don't care whether you dreamed up this gag or not; you're going right along with it, so don't go soft on me. And once you handed out a line about poor Forbes getting killed, 'cause it was his duty. Well, it's your duty too! Even if this dame gets murdered.

Walter Brown:
You make me sick to my stomach.

Mrs. Neall:
Well, use your own sink. And let me know when the target practice starts!

Walter Brown:
You're off your stick--way off.

Walter Brown:
I love it--so get to the point.

Walter Brown:
So far they haven't spotted you, and they don't know what you look like. But they've seen me. If they start shooting in my direction, I don't want you hit.

Mrs. Neall:
You're sure it isn't the other way around?

Walter Brown:
You're a pretty good judge of crooks, Mrs. Neall; the only place you slip up is with cops. I turned the deal down.

Mrs. Neall:
Then you're a bigger idiot than I thought! When are you going to get it through your square head that this is big business? And we're right in the middle.

Walter Brown:
Meaning you'd like to sell out?

Mrs. Neall:
With pleasure and profit, and so would you. What are the odds if we don't? I sing my song for the grand jury, and spend the rest of my life dodging bullets---if I'm lucky!---while you grow old and gray on the police force. Oh, wake up, Brown. This train's headed straight for the cemetery. But there's another one coming along, a gravy train. Let's get on it.

Walter Brown:
Mrs. Neall, I'd like to give you the same answer I gave that hood -- but it would mean stepping on your face.

Mrs. Neall:
That hood wasn't looking at her big blue eyes. He thinks that's me, and I think that's dandy.

Joseph Kemp:
All right copper, I'm not in this alone, but you are. You're just one guy buckin' a big company, it don't matter if you beat my brains out or not--we're in business for keeps.

Joseph Kemp:
The name's Neil, but the name doesn't matter.

Walter Brown:
It matters plenty!

Joseph Kemp:
Why don't ya get wise to yourself and give her a break? What's the use of makin' that kid an orphan? Or maybe you like trouble.

Joseph Kemp:
Give us the list and nobody gets hurt--no grief, no mess.

Walter Brown:
Except for Mrs. Neil, who gets double-crossed ten minutes later. What do ya take me for, a jumbo-sized sucker?