The Conversation

Harry Caul:
I'm not afraid of death, but I am afraid of murder.

Martin Stett:
I'm not following you, I'm looking for you. There's a big difference.

[about a bum on a park bench]

Ann:
Every time I see one of those old guys, I always think the same thing.

Mark:
What do you think?

Ann:
I always think that he was once somebody's baby boy. Really, I do. I think he was once somebody's baby boy, and he had a mother and a father who loved him, and now there he is, half dead on a park bench, and where are his mother or his father, all his uncles now?

[repeated line from the recording]

Mark:
He'd kill us if he got the chance.

Martin Stett:
[Final Line] We'll be listening to you.

Ann:
This conversation is over.

[last lines]

Martin Stett:
[on the phone] We know that you know, Mr. Caul. For your own sake, don't get involved any further. We'll be listening to you. [plays back recording of Harry playing saxophone]

Stan:
What a STUPID conversation.

Mark:
Does it bother you?

Ann:
What?

Mark:
Walking around in circles.

[first lines]

Passerby:
Well, I want to go over to my place and start, you know, getting it on...

Ann:
Oh, that's terrible.

Mark:
Yeah. Do you ever, uh... ballet?

Ann:
Be thankful. Do you have a quarter for them?

Mark:
Yes, I do.

Ann:
[gives it to street band]

Ann:
What about me?

Mark:
You'll see.

Ann:
A lot of fun you are. You're supposed to tease me, give hints, make me guess, you know.

Ann:
I can't stand it. I can't stand it any more.

Harry Caul:
[upset, walking over to Martin seated] What are you doing here?

Martin Stett:
Take it easy I'm just a messenger. I brought you a drink.

Harry Caul:
I don't want your drink. Why are you following me?

Martin Stett:
I'm not following you I'm looking for you. There's a big difference.