"This is a three billion dollar class action lawsuit. In the morning, I have to call my board. I have to tell them that the architect of our defense was arrested for running naked in the street. What sickness is he talking about?"

"Make Believe It's Not Just Madness"

"I could sit here and tear off my fucking skin, and I could not get down to where this thing is living."

"Yes! Here we are, all together. Is everyone listening? 'Cause this is the moment you've been waiting for, a very special piece of paper. So let's have a big, paranoid, malignant round of applause… for United Northfield Culcitate Internal Research Memorandum #229! "June 19th, 1991. Conclusion: The unanticipated marketing growth for Culcitate by small farms in colder climate demands immediate cost–benefit analysis." Hah. Would you like a little bit of legal advice? Never let a scientist use the words "unanticipated" and "immediate" in the same sentence. Okay? Okay. "In-house field studies have indicated small, short-season farms dependent on well water for human consumption are at risk for toxic particulate concentrations at levels significant enough to cause serious human tissue damage." Well, this is a long way of saying that you don't even have to leave your house to be killed by our product, we'll pipe it into your kitchen sink. "Culcitate's great market advantage, that it is tasteless, colorless, and does not precipitate, has the potential to mask and intensify these potentially lethal exposures." Now, I love this. Not only is this a great product, it is a superb cancer delivery system. "Chemical modifications of the Culcitate product, the addition of a detector molecule such as an odorant or a colorant, would require a top-down redesign of the Culcitate manufacturing process. These costs, while assumed to be significant, were not summarized here." Which, loosely translated, means: "It's going to cost a fortune to go back on this, and I'm just an asshole in a lab, so could someone else please make the decision?" "Clearly, the release of these internal research documents would compromise the effective marketing of Culcitate, and must be kept within the protective confines of United Northfield's trade secret language." You don't need me… to tell you what that means. Goodbye!"

"Michael. Dear Michael. Of course it's you. Who else could they send, who else could be trusted? I… I know it's a long way, and you're ready to go to work… all I'm saying is, just wait, just… just wait, and please, just hear me out, because this is not an episode, relapse, fuck-up, it's… I'm begging you, Michael. I'm begging you. Try to make believe this is not just madness, because this is not just madness. Two weeks ago, I came out of the building, okay? I'm running across Sixth Avenue, there's a car waiting, I've got exactly thirty-eight minutes to get to the airport, and I'm dictating. There's this panicked associate sprinting along beside me, scribbling in a notepad, and suddenly she starts screaming, and I realize we're standing in the middle of the street, the light's changed, there's this wall of traffic—serious traffic—speeding towards us, and I… I freeze, I can't move, and I'm suddenly consumed with the overwhelming sensation that I'm covered in some sort of film. It's in my hair, my face… it's like a glaze… a coating, and… at first I thought, "Oh my god, I know what this is. This is some sort of amniotic—embryonic—fluid. I'm drenched in afterbirth, I've breached the chrysalis, I've been reborn." But then the traffic, the stampede, the cars, the trucks, the horns, the screaming, and I'm thinking, "No-no-no, reset, this is not rebirth, this is some kind of giddy illusion of renewal that happens in the final moment before death." And then I realize, "No-no-no, this is completely wrong," because I look back at the building, and I had the most stunning moment of clarity. I… I… I realized, Michael, that I had emerged not from the doors of Kenner, Bach, and Ledeen, not through the portals of our vast and powerful law firm, but from the asshole of an organism whose sole function is to excrete the… the… the poison, the ammo, the defoliant necessary for other, larger, more powerful organisms to destroy the miracle of humanity. And that I had been coated in this patina of shit for the best part of my life. The stench of it and the sting of it would, in all likelihood, take the rest of my life to undo. And you know what I did? I took a deep cleansing breath, and I put that notion aside. I tabled it. I said to myself, as clear as this may be, as potent a feeling as this is, as true a thing as I believe I witnessed today, it must wait. It must stand the test of time! And Michael, the time is now."

"[to Mark] People don't commit murder on credit."

"Leo G. Carroll - Captain George Melbeck"

"Reginald Sheffield - Reggie Wetherby"

"Auriol Lee - Isobel Sedbusk (final film role)"

"Heather Angel - Ethel (Maid)"

"Isabel Jeans - Mrs. Newsham"

"Dame May Whitty - Mrs. Martha McLaidlaw"

"Nigel Bruce - Gordon Cochrane 'Beaky' Thwaite"

"Cedric Hardwicke - General McLaidlaw"

"Joan Fontaine - Lina McLaidlaw Aysgarth"

"Cary Grant - Johnnie Aysgarth"

"In his arms she felt safety...in his absence, haunting dread!"

"Love in his Heart ... Tragedy in his Mind!"

"Each time they kissed... there was the thrill of love... the threat of murder!"

"General McLaidlaw: Good heavens! You can't expect me to remember every detail about everybody, can you?"

"I always think of my murderers as my heroes."

"You couldn't hurt a fly, Bertram, unless it was already dead."

"I must go now or I'll be late to luncheon. Anyway, if my father saw me come in both late and beautiful, he might have a stroke."

"Hello Monkeyface!"

"Well, well. You're the first woman I've ever met who said yes when she meant yes."

"[to Lina] I think I'm falling in love with you, and I don't quite like it."

"If you're going to kill someone, do it simply."

"Oh, I beg your pardon. Was that your leg? I had no idea we were going into a tunnel. I thought the compartment was empty."

"Since had had a big hit with its of ' in the spring of 1953, the studio bosses then pressured Hitchcock into filming Dial M for Murder in 3-D, though by the time the picture was ready for release, early in 1954, the 3-D fad had passed and it was screened mainly in a standard version."

"George Leigh - Det. Williams"

"Patrick Allen - Det. Pearson"

"Leo Britt - The Storyteller"

"Anthony Dawson - Charles Alexander Swann aka Captain Lesgate"

"John Williams (actor) - Chief Insp. Hubbard"

"Robert Cummings - Mark Halliday"

"Grace Kelly - Margot Mary Wendice"

"Ray Milland - Tony Wendice"

"...is that you, darling?"

"Is this the man she was waiting for... or the man who was waiting for her?"

"It Holds You Spellbound with Suspense!"

"If a woman answers...hang on for dear life!"

"Kiss By Kiss...Supreme Suspense Unfurls!"

"Mark Halliday: [to Margot] Darling, I understand now, but that doesn't stop me from loving you."