Narrow Margin1952

Walter Brown:
You're a pretty good judge of crooks, Mrs. Neall; the only place you slip up is with cops. I turned the deal down.

Mrs. Neall:
Then you're a bigger idiot than I thought! When are you going to get it through your square head that this is big business? And we're right in the middle.

Walter Brown:
Meaning you'd like to sell out?

Mrs. Neall:
With pleasure and profit, and so would you. What are the odds if we don't? I sing my song for the grand jury, and spend the rest of my life dodging bullets---if I'm lucky!---while you grow old and gray on the police force. Oh, wake up, Brown. This train's headed straight for the cemetery. But there's another one coming along, a gravy train. Let's get on it.

Walter Brown:
Mrs. Neall, I'd like to give you the same answer I gave that hood -- but it would mean stepping on your face.