John Russell:
It's my understanding... that there are, uh... twenty-three students registered... for this series of lectures on advanced musical form. Now, we all know it's not raining outside, and unless there's a fire in some other part of the building that we don't know about, there's an awful lot of people here with nothing better to do.
Minnie Huxley:
That house is not fit to live in. No one's been able to live in it. It doesn't want people.
De Witt:
I understand you lost your wife and daughter a little while ago. Maybe it shook you up. Maybe too much... *Maybe*, you need help.
John Russell:
I'd like you to leave now...
De Witt:
[
making his threat a bit more clear] We can see that you get it... do you understand what I'm saying?
John Russell:
[
points to the door] Out! Now!
De Witt:
[
pressing] Listen to me, Russell! You've got something of the Senator's... he wants it back. It's a little gold medal, a family heirloom, he lost it. He thinks *you've* got it.
John Russell:
[
to Senator Carmichael] You're the beneficiary of the worst kind of murder... murder for profit!
John Russell:
You goddamn son of a bitch. What is it you want?
[
shouting]
John Russell:
What do you want from me? I've done everything I can do!
[
pause]
John Russell:
There's nothing more to do.
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