Jedediah Leland: You still eating?
Charles Foster Kane: I'm still hungry.
Charles Foster Kane: I run a couple of newspapers. What do you do?
Charles Foster Kane: Read the cable.
Mr. Bernstein: "Girls delightful in Cuba. Stop. Could send you prose poems about scenery, but don't feel right spending your money. Stop. There is no war in Cuba, signed Wheeler." Any answer?
Charles Foster Kane: Yes. "Dear Wheeler: you provide the prose poems. I'll provide the war."
Susan Alexander Kane: Love! You don't love anybody! Me or anybody else! You want to be loved - that's all you want! I'm Charles Foster Kane. Whatever you want - just name it and it's yours! Only love me! Don't expect me to love you!
Newsreel Narrator: [at beginning of news reel on Charles Foster Kane's death] In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure-dome decree.
Mr. Bernstein: We never lost as much as we made.
Mr. Bernstein: [to Leland] Mr. Kane is finishing the review you started - he's writing a bad notice. I guess that'll show you.
Kane, age eight: [talking about snowman] Maybe I'll make some teeth and whiskers...
Mr. Bernstein: Well, it's no trick to make a lot of money if all you want is to make a lot of money.
Charles Foster Kane: We have no secrets from our readers. Mr. Thatcher is one of our most devoted readers, Mr. Bernstein. He knows what's wrong with every issue since I've taken charge.
Jedediah Leland: Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt? Am I a horse-faced hypocrite? Am I a New England school marm?
Mr. Bernstein: Yes. If you thought I'd answer you any differently than what Mr. Kane tells you...
Matiste: [to Susan] Some people can sing, some people cannot. Impossible! Impossible!
Mr. Bernstein: Who's the busiest man? Me? I've got nothing but time! What do you wanna know?
Reporter 1: What's that?
Reporter 2: Another Venus.
Reporter 1: Twenty-five thousand bucks. That's a lot of money to pay for a dame without a head.
Charles Foster Kane III: Mother, is Pop governor yet?
Emily Monroe Norton Kane: Not yet, Junior.
Stagecoach Driver / Hauler: There ain't no bedrooms in this joint, that's a newspaper building!
Mr. Bernstein: You're getting paid, Mister, for opinions or for hauling?
Jedediah Leland: I suppose he had a private sort of greatness, but he kept it to himself.
Mr. Bernstein: Sentimental fellow, aren't you?
Raymond: Hmmm... yes and no.
