[last lines]
Raymond: Throw that junk in.
Charles Foster Kane: Mr. Carter, here's a three-column headline in the Chronicle. Why hasn't the Inquirer a three-column headline?
Herbert Carter: The news wasn't big enough.
Charles Foster Kane: Mr. Carter, if the headline is big enough, it makes the news big enough.
Mr. Bernstein: That's right, Mr. Kane.
[Susan is leaving Kane]
Charles Foster Kane: [pleading] Don't go, Susan. You mustn't go. You can't do this to me.
Susan Alexander Kane: I see. So it's YOU who this is being done to. It's not me at all. Not how I feel. Not what it means to me.
[laughs]
Susan Alexander Kane: I can't do this to you?
[odd smile]
Susan Alexander Kane: Oh, yes I can.
[On Kane finishing Leland's bad review of Susan's opera singing]
Mr. Bernstein: Everybody knows that story, Mr. Leland. But why did he do it? How could a man write a notice like that?
Jedediah Leland: You just don't know Charlie. He thought that by finishing that notice he could show me he was an honest man. He was always trying to prove something.
The whole thing about Susie being an opera singer, that was trying to prove something. You know what the headline was the day before the election, "Candidate Kane found in love nest with quote, singer, unquote." He was gonna take the quotes off the singer.
Walter Parks Thatcher: You're too old to be calling me Mr. Thatcher, Charles.
Charles Foster Kane: You're too old to be called anything else.
Walter Parks Thatcher: [Quoting from Kane's letter] I think it would be fun to run a newspaper.
[Repeats the same line but with more aggravation in his voice]
Walter Parks Thatcher: I think it would be fun to run a newspaper.
[Looks directly into the camera]
Walter Parks Thatcher: Arggh!
Charles Foster Kane: Are we going to declare war on Spain, or are we not?
Jedediah Leland: The Inquirer already has.
Charles Foster Kane: [jokingly] You long-faced, overdressed anarchist!
Jedediah Leland: I am NOT overdressed!
Charles Foster Kane: You are too! Mr. Bernstein, look at his
necktie!
Susan Alexander Kane: Forty-nine thousand acres of nothing but scenery and statues. I'm lonesome.
Charles Foster Kane: Don't worry about me, Gettys! Don't worry about me! I'm Charles Foster Kane! I'm no cheap, crooked politician, trying to save himself from the consequences of his crimes!
[screams louder]
Charles Foster Kane: Gettys! I'm going to send you to Sing Sing! Sing Sing, Gettys! Sing Sing!
Charles Foster Kane: I don't know how to run a newspaper, Mr. Thatcher; I just try everything I can think of.