Nora:
What kind of man is he? There's grace in the line and color, but it doesn't emerge pure. It pushes at the edge of something still tentative, unresolved - as if somewhere in the man there is still a key unturned.
Tony:
That's quite an analysis.
Nora:
Not really. When you come to think of it - it sort of fits everybody, doesn't it?
Mr. Ruby:
The question of death selection may be the most important decision in your life.
[
first lines]
Man in Station:
Mr. Hamilton?
Arthur Hamilton:
Yes?
[
Man in train station hands Hamilton a folded sheet of paper and turns to walk away; Hamilton stares after him, then opens the folded paper to find an address, with no explanation]
Nora:
This may hurt a little.
Tony:
I agreed to take my chances.
Nora:
The good things always happen with the rain.
[
to Tony Wilson]
Doctor in Operating Room:
Relax, old friend.
[
aside to a medical assistant]
Doctor in Operating Room:
Cranial drill.
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