Sam Spade

You've helped enough.

I won't argue with you, but I think he'd better get it from some other doctor.

Right now, he's making more sense than you are.

You've got delusions of grandeur.

Stop shaking, Raymond.

I said you're making more sense than he is, and I can prove it.

No, I'm stupid, but I'm lucky.

I should have tumbled to the whole caper when I found that you'd invested 50,000 smackers in Grierson Enterprises.

When I found out that Raymond was an escaped patient, I should have tumbled to what that denadrine vial was doing in Grierson's desk.

I should have known then that you and Grierson were one and the same person.

I told you... When I discovered that you'd paid Manning all that shakedown money, I should have known you were planning to knock him off and everybody else who could identify you.

But it didn't work out that way.

I got out of the car before it blew up.

Dumb luck.

I don't have to.

Now, lie down on the couch and relax, Raymond.

Don't worry about a thing.

You relax, too.

Okay, Lois, come on in.

Okay, that's enough.