Double Indemnity1944

Phyllis:
Mr. Neff, why don't you drop by tomorrow evening about eight-thirty. He'll be in then.

Walter Neff:
Who?

Phyllis:
My husband. You were anxious to talk to him weren't you?

Walter Neff:
Yeah, I was, but I'm sort of getting over the idea, if you know what I mean.

Phyllis:
There's a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff. Forty-five miles an hour.

Walter Neff:
How fast was I going, officer?

Phyllis:
I'd say around ninety.

Walter Neff:
Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.

Phyllis:
Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.

Walter Neff:
Suppose it doesn't take.

Phyllis:
Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.

Walter Neff:
Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.

Phyllis:
Suppose you try putting it on my husband's shoulder.

Walter Neff:
That tears it.