深夜の告白

A guy that walks into a good looking dame's front parlor and says: "Good afternoon, I sell accident insurance on husbands.

So I let her have it straight between the eyes.

Yes, he had. And I wanted a home. Why not?

Because it all tied up with something I'd been thinking about for years.

I suppose you realize, Mr. Dietrichson...

A claims man is a doctor and a bloodhound and a cop and a judge and a jury...

Nothing had slipped, nothing had been overlooked.

Mr. Norton, the first thing that struck me was that suicide angle.

Look at me, Mr. Neff.

Now look, Walter. You can't be sure of killing a man...

He'll show. He's got to show. Sometime, somewhere, they've got to meet.

That's cute. Say it again. He came here first to ask where Lola was.