Herbie Hawkins: Well, if I was gonna kill you, I wouldn't do a dumb thing like hitting you on the head. First of all, I don't like the fingerprint angle. Of course, I could always wear gloves. Press your hands against the pipe after you were dead and make you look like a suicide. Except it don't seem hardly likely that you'd beat yourself to death with a club. I'd murder you so it didn't look like murder.
Emma Newton: Don't whisper. When you whisper, anyone could hear you a block away.
Ann Newton: You'd think Mama had never seen a phone. She makes no allowance for science. She thinks she has to cover the distance by sheer lung power.
Ann Newton: God bless Mama, Papa, Captain Midnight, Veronica Lake, and the President of the United States.
Ann Newton: Step on a crack, you'll break your mother's back.
Uncle Charlie: How was church, Charlie? Did you count the house? Turn anybody away?
Young Charlie: No. Room enough for everyone.
Uncle Charlie: Well, I'm glad to hear that. The show's been running such a long time, I thought maybe attendance might be falling off.
Young Charlie: We just sort of go along and nothing happens. We're in a terrible rut. It's been on my mind for months. What's gonna be our future?
Joseph Newton: Oh, come now, Charlie. Things aren't as bad as that. The bank gave me a raise last January.
Young Charlie: Money? How can you talk about money when I'm talking about souls? We eat and sleep and that's about all. We don't even have any real conversations. We just talk.
Mrs. Poetter: There's one good thing in being a widow, isn't there? You don't have to ask your husband for money.
Young Charlie: Mothers don't lose daughters. Don't you remember? They gain sons.
Herbie Hawkins: He ran plunk right into the propeller of an airplane.
Joseph Newton: Ooh boy.
Herbie Hawkins: Cut him all to pieces. Had to identify him by his clothes. His shirts were all initialed.
Emma Newton: What does he do? Oh, he's just in business, you know, the way men are.
Young Charlie: Your picking us as an average family kind of gave me a funny feeling.
Jack Graham: What kind of a funny feeling?
Young Charlie: Oh, I don't know. I guess I don't like to be an average girl in an average family.
Jack Graham: Average families are the best. Look at me. I'm from an average family.
Young Charlie: As average as ours?
Jack Graham: Sure. Besides, I don't think you're average.
Jack Graham: Charlie, think. How much do you know about your uncle?
Young Charlie Newton: Why, he's my mother's brother.
Joseph Newton: We're not talking about killing people. Herb's talking about killing me and I'm talking about killing him.
Young Charlie: We're not just an uncle and a niece. It's something else. I know you. I know you don't tell people a lot of things. I don't either. I have a feeling that inside you there's something nobody knows about... something secret and wonderful. I'll find it out.
Young Charlie: What time does the library close?
Ann Newton: If you'd read as much as you should, you'd know it closes at nine.
Uncle Charlie: I got in the habit of carrying a lot of cash with me when I was traveling.
Mr. Green: Dangerous habit, Mr. Oakley.
Uncle Charlie: Never lost a penny in my life, Mr. Green. I guess heaven takes care of fools and scoundrels.
Young Charlie: Go away, I'm warning you. Go away or I'll kill you myself. See... that's the way I feel about you.
Uncle Charlie: What's the use of looking backward? What's the use of looking ahead? Today's the thing - that's my philosophy. Today.
Young Charlie: He thought the world was a horrible place. He couldn't have been very happy, ever. He didn't trust people. Seemed to hate them. He hated the whole world. You know, he said people like us had no idea what the world was really like.
