The Saint Takes Over

Clarence 'Pearly' Gates:
I just wish I knew your angle, Saint. Whose side are you on.

Simon Templar:
I'm on my own side.

Clarence 'Pearly' Gates:
Where does that put me?

Simon Templar:
That depends. If you were cleverer than you look, you'll be on my side.

Clarence 'Pearly' Gates:
But I never squealed on anyone in my life.

Simon Templar:
If you don't start now, you'll never have another chance.

Simon Templar:
Rocky is still at his night club.

Inspector Henry Fernack:
Now, wait a minute, Simon. Why can't I go to a nightclub? I'll not be party to any rough stuff.

Simon Templar:
[Dismissively] You toddle off to bed like a good boy. These denizens of iniquity are no place for a respectable married man. I'll just drift into Rocky's gin palace and see what's going on.

Simon Templar:
What have you got there? [Reading newspaper story] New York Police Inspector cries "Foul!" Etc., etc. John Henry Fernack of the Homicide Bureau unable to explain the source of $50,000 found in his safe [Simon smiles slightly]... so and so forth.

Ruth Summers:
Could have said he won it on a horse or roulette or something.

Simon Templar:
Fernack is much too honest for that.

Ruth Summers:
...or too stupid.

Simon Templar:
Well, let's drink to him anyway. Seems to me he'll need more than that. Maybe he needs a guardian angel.

Ruth Summers:
Or a patron saint.

Ruth Summers:
What are you going to do?

Simon Templar:
That, darling, is the big problem of the moment.