The House on Carroll Street

Emily:
We're oil and water, Cochran.

Cochran:
Not last night we weren't.

[running into each other at the train station]

Cochran:
Why can't you stay in one place?

Emily:
[gasping for breath] Why do you keep on scaring me?

Cochran:
Everybody else does, why not me? Come on.

[Cochran has taken a knee to the crotch during a fight]

Emily:
Are you all right?

Cochran:
[in pain] Yeah, I'm fine, I just like lying here.

Emily:
Don't move!

Cochran:
Right. [Emily dashes into the bathroom to dampen a cloth; returning, she places it on his forehead] That's not where I need it.

Hackett:
You call this spring? I'm freezing to death.

Cochran:
Doesn't feel cold to me.

Hackett:
That's because where you come from, twenty below's a heat wave.

Cochran:
At least where I come from, the people aren't colder than the weather. It's a dry cold, not like here. Doesn't feel the same.

Hackett:
Yeah, till your nose drops off. I'm putting on the heat.

Cochran:
Don't look suspicious! A motor running but no move?

Hackett:
What are they gonna do, call the cops?

[last lines]

Cochran:
Miss Crane? I'd still like to talk to you.

Emily:
I have nothing to say.