The Ladykillers2004

Marva Munson:
You are a readin' fool, aren't you, Mr. Dorr?

Professor G.H. Dorr:
Yes, I must confess. I often find myself more at home in these ancient volumes than I do in the hustle-bustle of the modern world. To me, paradoxically, the literature of the so-called "dead tongues" holds more currency than this morning's newspaper. In these books, in these volumes, there is the accumulated wisdom of mankind, which succors me when the day is hard and the night lonely and long.

Marva Munson:
Mm. The wisdom of mankind, huh? What about the wisdom of the Lord?

Professor G.H. Dorr:
Oh... Yes, yes. The Good Book, mm. I have found reward in its pages. But, to me, there are other good books as well. Heavy volumes of antiquity freighted with the insights of man's glorious age. And then, of course, I just love, love, love the works of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe.

Marva Munson:
Oh, I know who he was. Kinda spooky.

Professor G.H. Dorr:
No, madam, no, no. Not of this world, it's true. He... he lived in a dream. An ancient dream. Helen, thy beauty is to me like those Nicean barks of yore, that gently, o'er a perfumed sea, the weary, wayworn wanderer bore to his own native shore.

Marva Munson:
Who was Helen? Some kinda whore of Babylon?

Professor G.H. Dorr:
One doesn't know who Helen was... but I picture her as being very, very... extremely... pale. Mrs. Munson, I have been trying to figure out some way of expressin' my gratitude to you for takin' in this weary, wayworn wanderer. It's just a little old present. Why, it's hardly anything at all.

Marva Munson:
Oh, why, Mr. Dorr! You are a gallant man.

Professor G.H. Dorr:
Oh, madam, I blush, I melt. No... I just happened to hear of this gospel concert tomorrow night, "The Mighty, Mighty Clouds of Joy", and I thought you and a friend from church perhaps would...?

Marva Munson:
Yes, I have a widow lady friend.

Professor G.H. Dorr:
The concert is up in Memphis, so I have arranged a car service to transport you thither.