The Glass Cage

Pel Pelham:
[referring to his son] But I want him to live on what he learns from books, not his wits. I don't want him outside the world always looking in. I don't want him to be an outsider.

Jenny Pelham:
Oh, well, if you have to go around feeling sorry for yourself, at least put your pants on.

Pel Pelham:
It takes very little to make people happy these days - only money.

Reporter:
[in the murdered girl's apartment] Murder, murder, murder!

Lindley:
A sad business, but it's a living. [leaving the room] Come on, boys. Soon as you wrap it up, get everything over to my office.

Reporter:
Got any angles, sir?

Lindley:
Well, let's see what Mr. Lewis the bookmaker has to say about the letter.

Reporter:
Maybe she lost a bet.

Lindley:
Maybe it was the other way around. Somebody paid her off, that's for sure!

Pel Pelham:
Look, Lindley, you do your job; I'll do mine. I could never do your job because I'd always be for the underdog.

Lindley:
That could be a dangerous dog sometimes.

Rorke:
[on a subway platform] I'm only guessing, but I think it must have been very lonely for you sitting up in that room all that time with her so cold and so dead. But something I don't have to guess about - like how a man plays Santy Claus to a pretty young girl while... [the rest is indistinguishable as the train roars by]