Brandon: The good Americans usually die young on the battlefield, don't they? Well, the Davids of this world merely occupy space, which is why he was the perfect victim for the perfect murder. Course he, uh, he was a Harvard undergraduate. That might make it justifiable homicide.
Brandon: Now look, I'm not going to get caught because of you or anyone else. Nobody is going to get in my way now.
Rupert Cadell: Well, well, well, Kenneth Lawrence, how you've grown.
Kenneth: Hello, uh, Mr.
Rupert Cadell: Come on, Ken. School's out, you can say it.
Kenneth: Rupert, you're the same as ever. It's awfully good to see you again.
Rupert Cadell: Why?
Brandon: We killed for the sake of danger and for the sake of killing.
Mrs. Atwater: Do you know when I was a girl I used to read quite a bit.
Brandon: We all do strange things in our childhood.
Brandon: Nobody commits a murder just for the experiment of committing it. Nobody except us.
Rupert Cadell: Did you think you were God, Brandon?
Rupert Cadell: Brandon's spoken of you.
Janet: Did he do me justice?
Rupert Cadell: Do you deserve justice?
Brandon: I've always wished for more artistic talent. Well, murder can be an art, too. The power to kill can be just as satisfying as the power to create.
Brandon: Of course, he was a Harvard graduate. That might be grounds for justifiable homicide.
Brandon: Good and evil, right and wrong were invented for the ordinary average man, the inferior man, because he needs them.
Brandon: But why should I want to come back?
Phillip: Yes, why?
Brandon: For the pleasure of our company, or another drink?
Rupert Cadell: That's a very good idea. May I have one for the road?
Rupert Cadell: You're quite a good chicken strangler as I recall.
