The Walls Came Tumbling Down1946

Matthew Stoker:
Now, Mr. Archer, suppose we entertain each other while my wife makes a brief search of the premises.

Gilbert Archer:
Certainly. You play gin? [Archer stands up to reach for a cigarette lighter. Stoker pushes the gun barrel into his chest. Archer motions toward a table] Lighter! [Stoker tries to light it with no success] May I? [He uses the lighter to knock the gun out of Stoker's hand] You need a refresher course, Reverend, at whatever seminary it was that you went to. Out!

Matthew Stoker:
Very neat, Mr. Archer. Very neat, indeed. I've allowed myself to grow rather rusty. I'm afraid it comes from putting too much faith in my assistants. [Stoker's assistant Rausch appears suddenly and knocks Archer unconscious]

Matthew Stoker:
Such an impetuous young man. [Speaking to his wife] Proceed, my dear. [Speaking to Rausch] If Mr. Archer shows any signs of activity, Rausch, make him comfortable.