Officer on rooftop:
Give me your hand. Give me your hand.

Madeleine:
Here I was born, and there I died. It was only a moment for you; you took no notice.

Scottie:
What's this doohickey?

Midge:
It's a brassiere! You know about those things, you're a big boy now.

Scottie:
I've never run across one like that.

Midge:
It's brand new. Revolutionary up-lift: No shoulder straps, no back straps, but it does everything a brassiere should do. Works on the principle of the cantilevered bridge.

Scottie:
It does?

Midge:
An aircraft engineer down the peninsula designed it; he worked it out in his spare time.

Scottie:
Kind of a hobby, a do-it-yourself kind of thing!

Madeleine:
Only one is a wanderer; two together are always going somewhere.

Coroner:
He did nothing. The law has little to say on things left undone.

Judy:
Couldn't you like me, just me the way I am? When we first started out, it was so good; w-we had fun. And... and then you started in on the clothes. Well, I'll wear the darn clothes if you want me to, if, if you'll just, just like me.

Scottie:
The color of your hair...

Judy:
Oh, no!

Scottie:
Judy, please, it can't matter to you.

Scottie:
You shouldn't keep souvenirs of a killing. You shouldn't have been that sentimental.

Midge:
I talked to the woman in musical therapy, and she said that Mozart's the boy for you.

Scottie:
Midge, who do you know that's an authority on San Francisco history?

Midge:
That's the kind of greeting a girl likes! Not this "Hello-you-look-wonderful" stuff, just a good straight "Who do you know that's an authority on San Francisco his - -"

Scottie:
Did he tell you exactly what to do, what to say? You were a very apt pupil too, weren't you? You were a very apt pupil! Well, why did you pick on me? Why me?

Gavin Elster:
Scottie, do you believe that someone out of the past - someone dead - can enter and take possession of a living being?

Judy:
If I let you change me, will that do it? If I do what you tell me, will you love me?

Scottie:
Yes. Yes.

Judy:
All right. All right then, I'll do it. I don't care anymore about me.

Gavin Elster:
She'll be talking to me about something. Suddenly the words fade into silence. A cloud comes into her eyes and they go blank. She's somewhere else, away from me, someone I don't know. I call her, she doesn't even hear me. Then, with a long sigh, she's back. Looks at me brightly, doesn't even know she's been away, can't tell me where or when.

Scottie:
How often does this happen?

Gavin Elster:
More and more in the past few weeks. And she wanders - God knows where she wanders. I followed her one day, watched her coming out of the apartment, someone I didn't know. She even walked a different way. Got into her car and drove off to Golden Gate Park. Five miles. Sat by the lake, staring across the water at the pillars that stand on the far shore. You know, Portals of the Past. Sat there a long time without moving. I had to leave, get back to the office. When I got home that evening, I asked her what she'd done all day. She said she'd driven out to Golden Gate Park and sat by the lake, that's all.

Scottie:
Well.

Gavin Elster:
The speedometer on her car showed that she'd driven ninety-four miles. Where did she go? I've got to know, Scottie, where she goes and what she does before I get involved with doctors.

Scottie:
Anyone could become obsessed with the past with a background like that!

Madeleine:
Oh Scottie. I'm not mad. I'm not mad. I don't want to die. There's someone within me and she says I must die. Oh Scottie, don't let me go.

Scottie:
I'm here. I've got you.

Madeleine:
I'm so afraid.

Madeleine:
Don't leave me. Stay with me.

Scottie:
All the time.

Gavin Elster:
There's no way for them to understand. You and I know who killed Madeleine.

Madeleine:
There is something I must do, there is something I must do.

Scottie:
There is nothing you must do. There is nothing you must do.

Nun:
God, have mercy.