Five Star Final

Joseph W. Randall:
Now you listen to me, Hinchecliffe. It'll be for the last time. I'm through with your dirty rag, and I'm through with you. Oh, I'm not ducking any of the blame for this thing. You thought of the murder and I committed it. But I did it for smaller profit. For wages. You did for circulation.

Bernard Hinchecliffe:
You must be mad.

Joseph W. Randall:
Mad. Yes I am. All my life I'll be mad. Because all my life I'll be seeing Nancy Voorhee's daughter standing there. And asking me why I killed her mother. And I want you, Hinchecliffe, to enjoy the picture with me. I want you to wake up in the night and see your own squashed, putrid little soul. I want you know that every human being that works for you knows what a diseased hypocrite you are. We all know what you are! But we take your money and do your work, because we're afraid to starve. You'll have my resignation and release of my contact on your desk immediately.

Bernard Hinchecliffe:
But Randell, don't be hasty.

Joseph W. Randall:
Get out. Get out!

Joseph W. Randall:
God gives us heartache and the devil gives us whiskey.

Joseph W. Randall:
I've been here three hours and not a member of my staff's been here. No wonder the paper is rotten. We need more drunkards.

Joseph W. Randall:
By the way, did you see Isopod?

Kitty Carmody:
Not lately. Say, Mr. Randall, I don't bark assignments, but I don't like workin' with that guy.

Joseph W. Randall:
Well, what's the matter?

Kitty Carmody:
Well, I rode uptown in a taxi with him, and I don't have any skin left on my knees.

Joseph W. Randall:
What were you two doing? Kneeling in prayer?

Kitty Carmody:
He was doin' the kneelin'. I darn well almost went out of the cab.

Joseph W. Randall:
[laughs]

Arthur Goldberg:
Sufferin' Moses, but Mr. Randall's got a lot of women!

Miss Taylor:
They're goyem. Ain't you got no religion?

Arthur Goldberg:
Either way you say that, I ought to change my name.

Miss Taylor:
Don't do it, kid. New York's too full of Christians as it is!

Ziggie Feinstein:
[Pointing his finger at her] Say, on the level, don't you know where the boss is?

Miss Taylor:
[Sticking her finger in his stomach] On the level, I don't, but you might try Corcoran's or maybe you've been thrown out of that speakeasy.

Ziggie Feinstein:
They don't throw you out of speakeasies... they carry you out!

Miss Taylor:
I think you can always get people interested in the crucifixion of a woman.

Brannegan:
For 2 cents I'd smash your face in.

Joseph W. Randall:
You'd do anything for 2 cents.