who is it?
sweetheart? is that you? she pulls the dark glasses off.
get me something cold to drink, will you?
who's this?
i thought he was working for us.
come over here, i want to talk to you. harry releases sturge and moves over to layls, offering his hand and trying to maintain his gruff manner:
sit down. i have a neck condition and it aggravates me to have to look up at you.
you know, i'm not in the best of health right now, and i've been advised to avoid excitement.  harry takes a second glass from moncrief:
so if you intend to do that.  i might just have to have my shock troops blow your brains out.
more sugar.
just put yourself, harry, for a moment, in the shoes of a man whose sole intention is to leave the world a better place than he found it, only to discover those intentions have been painfully slandered by someone he'd given both his heart and his economic support to, not to mention his trust.
i never much cared for you, young lady. and i find your display of anger both unattractive and unfeminine.
what is it?
tell him to hold on. first, you assume far more interest in you on my part than exists. i had nothing whatsoever to do with your supposed misfortunes.
and as regards andy's house, i'd have no need to break into andy's house, because i own andy's house.
will you people be quiet, i can't hear this. go ahead.
well whose heart is it? give me a profile.
godammit, monroe!
i told you i don't want a woman's heart!
how do you know?! you don't know that!
you can't tell me what kind of a woman she was?! and if she was so godammed healthy, why is she dead?!
jesus christ! what are you trying to do to me!!
you know whose heart this body- snatcher is trying to give me?! a victim of somebody called the westside slasher! and this is the doctor you recommended to me! you're killing me, monroe! you know that?! you're pushing me to the goddamned wall! joan comes out of the bathroom with the doctor's jacket and moves immediately to the hallway door and exits.
what in the hell should i do?!