Guy Haines: I may be old-fashioned, but I thought murder was against the law.
Barbara Morton: I still think it would be wonderful to have a man love you so much he'd kill for you.
Mrs. Anthony: Well, I do hope you've forgotten about that silly little plan of yours.
Bruno Anthony: Which one?
Mrs. Anthony: About blowing up the White House.
Bruno Anthony: Oh, Ma, I was only fooling. Besides, what would the President say?
Mrs. Anthony: You're a naughty boy, Bruno.
Mrs. Anthony: Come see my painting.
[walks into next room]
Mrs. Anthony: Bruno, I do wish you would take up painting. It's such a soothing pastime.
Bruno Anthony: [prolonged laugh] Oh, Mother, you're wonderful. That's the old boy, alright. That's Father.
Mrs. Anthony: Is it? Oh. I was trying to paint
Saint Francis.
Bruno Anthony: Your wife. My father. Criss-cross.
Bruno Anthony: When's the wedding?
Guy Haines: The what?
Bruno Anthony: The wedding. It's in the papers.
Guy Haines: Well, it shouldn't be. Not unless they legalized bigamy overnight.
Det. Leslie Hennessey: [jumps into nearby car] Excuse me, madam. We need your help. We're chasing a man.
Dowager: Really? How exciting.
Mrs. Cunningham: You know, I read of a case once. I think it would be a wonderful idea! I can take him out in the car, and when we get to a very lonely spot, knock him on the head with a hammer, pour gasoline over him and over the car, and set the whole thing ablaze!
[giggles]
Bruno Anthony: [scowls] And have to walk all the way home? Oh, no.
Mrs. Cunningham: [meek] No? Oh...
Bruno Anthony: No, no. I have the best way, and the best tools.
[raises hands]
Bruno Anthony: Simple, silent, and quick - the silent part being the most important. Let me show you what I mean. You don't mind if I borrow your neck for a moment, do you?
Mrs. Cunningham:
[simpers] Well... if it's not for long!
Guy Haines: I don't think you know what you want.
Bruno Anthony: Well, I want to do something, everything. You know, I've got a theory - that you should do everything before you die.