Tibbs:
I earned that money, ten hours a day, seven days a week.
Gillespie:
Colored can't earn that kind of money [a few hundred dollars], boy. Hell, that's more than I earn in a month! Now where did you earn it?!
Tibbs:
Philadelphia.
Gillespie:
Mississippi?
Tibbs:
Pennsylvania.
Gillespie:
Now just what do you do up there in little old Pennsylvania to earn that kind of money?
Tibbs:
I'm a police officer.
[After checking Tibbs' wallet, Gillespie is silent for several moments; until now he didn't know his deputies had arrested another law enforcement officer.]
Gillespie:
Wood!
Wood:
[Enters the office] Yes, sir?
Gillespie:
Did you question this man before you brought him in?
Wood:
No, sir.
Gillespie:
Would you mind takin' a look at that?
[Wood checks Tibbs' wallet and finds his police identification. He puts the wallet back down, looking embarrassed.]
Gillespie:
Yeah! Oh, YEAH! Alright, now, I'll check on this wise city boy from Philadelphia; you take 'im outside and hold 'im.
Tibbs:
May I suggest you call my chief rather than send a wire or anything, I mean, it would be quicker, and I'll pay for the call.
Gillespie:
You hear him? You hear him say he'll pay for the call? How much they pay you to do their police work?
Tibbs:
A hundred and sixty-two dollars, and thirty-nine cents per week.
Gillespie:
[Whistles] A hundred and sixty-two dollars and thirty-nine cents a week? Well, boy! Sam, you take him outside but treat him easy, because a man that makes a hundred and sixty-two dollars and thirty-nine cents a week, man, we do not want to ruffle him!
