i am keeping track of all the goings on on this street.
yah. i know how to do my job.
under the seat, please.
please, if you don't mind, a photograph. to remember.
this is siegfried keeler. i need to see you.
i am in town on business, chuck. and i desire nothing more than your company for dinner. i consider you one of my closest friends.
a very fancy place.
the friendships one develops during wartime are remarkably strong.
so how is the business of television?
why do you do what you do, chuck?
why do you kill?
during the second world war, i had the pleasure of killing. yes, pleasure. i found it exhilirating. afterwards, i could find nothing else to fill me so much with life. so i became what i am today. i wanted the exhiliration again.  of death.
i'll have the shrimp scampi and a green salad.
um, just give me a steak. rare.
"whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy whole might. work while it is called, for the night cometh wherein no man can work."
yes.
i read in a book recently that killing your first man is like making love to your first woman. every smell, every nuance, you remember with a special allure, as if the acts had occured outside civilization, outside time. and when the allure is gone, you are condemned.
i am condemned to live the rest of my life outside civilization. you will be too, my good friend.