Morgan Vallin: I still have one more arrow. It's a silver one. Remember, Johnny? I can't miss with this one. I told you I was a bad loser.
Glenda Chapman: Morgan, what are you doing?
Morgan Vallin: You're just in time to say goodbye to your friend.
Glenda Chapman: Why, Morgan? What happened?
Morgan Vallin: Apparently you didn't find out all about him. You've been a gullible little fool. He's an informer working with the authorities. Well, what's your decision now?
Glenda Chapman: There's only one to do, Morgan.
Morgan Vallin: I told you, Mr. Allegro. I have the advantage of knowing Glenda.
Glenda Chapman: Why not give him the chance you'd give any animal?
Morgan Vallin: That's right, and you have an advantage over an animal. You can think. I'll give you a five second start. One. Two. Three. Four.
[Glenda knocks the arrow out of his hand]

Morgan Vallin: That can't happen again, Johnny. I like this. It's a new experience. It's exhilarating, hunting man. Sooner or later, you'll give me another opening.
Johnny Allegro: Why don't you give me a chance to fight back?
Morgan Vallin: You, asking for a chance? A man who can perform miracles? A man who can kill a detective without a bullet? Perhaps you can perform the same magic on me.

Morgan Vallin: [Allegro puts crumpled newspapers just inside the door of his room, and he also turns off the lamps so the main switch can't turn them on. This is to give him a warning in case Vallin tries to come into the room. Vallin does try to come in, carrying a bow and arrow, and he makes noise walking on the newspapers] That's a smart trick, Mr. Allegro.
[He flips the light switch, but the lights don't come on]
Morgan Vallin: And that's another smart trick. Are you there, John Allegro? Of course you are, and you know I'd use the sound of your voice to judge your position. Grudgingly, my respect for you mounts, Johnny. Good night. I'll see you in the morning.

Morgan Vallin: Hello, Glenda.
Glenda Chapman: Morgan.
Morgan Vallin: Welcome home.
[For the first time, he sees there's another man in the room]
Glenda Chapman: Morgan, this is...
Morgan Vallin: How chummy! You brought a friend with you. How hospitable.
Glenda Chapman: I was just going to explain that.
Morgan Vallin: Why trouble to explain? It's so touchingly natural.
Glenda Chapman: This is Johnny Allegro.
Morgan Vallin: You actually know his name! I'm Morgan Vallin. Always glad to meet any of Glenda's friends, though she doesn't usually bring them with her.
Glenda Chapman: I had to bring him here, Morgan. He killed a detective for me so I could get here.
Morgan Vallin: How adventurous! How romantic!
Glenda Chapman: Morgan, don't be foolish.
Morgan Vallin: Forgive me, Johnny whatever your name is. I want to thank you for any assistance you may have given my little wife.
Johnny Allegro: Wife?
Morgan Vallin: She forgot to tell you, of course. She usually does. Or were you afraid he might not have come here with you?
Glenda Chapman: I told you why I brought him here. He had no other getaway. This is Johnny Rock. They want him for escaping a stretch at Sing Sing.
Morgan Vallin: And what have you told him?
Glenda Chapman: Nothing. He doesn't even know where he is.
Morgan Vallin: And how did that minute mind of yours conclude that anyone could be of service to me with his pictures in all the papers, with a number across the front of them?
Johnny Allegro: They took those a long time ago. I've changed a lot since then.
Morgan Vallin: But your type never changes. Just looking at you makes one think of alley fighting, tommy guns.
Johnny Allegro: Is that bad?
Morgan Vallin: It's not for me. You see all this?
[He gestures around the room at the paintings, sculptures, and mounted animal heads]
Johnny Allegro: Nice museum.
Morgan Vallin: You would call it that. But it's my library, my concert hall, my trophy room. Here I have the best the world has to offer, and I don't intend to let anything jeopardize it. I can permit only people around me of whose methods I am sure.

Morgan Vallin: That bulge in your coat pocket - the gun with which you shot the detective, no doubt.
Johnny Allegro: No doubt.
Morgan Vallin: Give it to me.
[Allegro gives the gun to Vallin]
Morgan Vallin: Ugly, noisy, smelly. No skill needed. A stupid, dangerous toy. Any doddering fool without muscle or talent could fire that.
[He picks up a bow and arrow]
Morgan Vallin: Now this - this is something different. Strength, skill, grace. A weapon for a man of culture.
Johnny Allegro: In a tough spot, give me a trigger instead of a piece of string.
[Vallin draws the bow and points it at Allegro]
Morgan Vallin: You're in a tight spot now, or didn't you know it?
Johnny Allegro: Maybe I'm not very bright.
Morgan Vallin: Either you're a very brave man, or you underestimate me. And I will not be underestimated. Do you hear?
[He fires the arrow and hits the mounted head of a ram on the far wall. The hit is directly between the eyes]
Johnny Allegro: Not a bad shot.
Morgan Vallin: Thank you. Would you care to demonstrate your skill with this thing?
[He hands the gun back to him]
Johnny Allegro: I couldn't match that with a shotgun. You win, Mr. Vallin.
Morgan Vallin: Just get the feel of this bow.
[He takes back the gun and gives Allegro the bow]
Morgan Vallin: Pull back on that string. Takes muscle to pull 70 pounds, doesn't it? That bow will outshoot anything but a high-powered rifle. An arrow from it is more deadly than a bullet. Why, I've killed antelope, wild boar, mountain lions...
Johnny Allegro: Suppose a man wanted to commit suicide with a thing like this. How would he go about it?
Morgan Vallin: You have a sense of humor. I like that. And it's not inconceivable that I might like you. You no doubt need some rest.
Johnny Allegro: Sounds like a good idea. I could use a little sleep.
Morgan Vallin: [Vallin speaks to the servant] Take the gentleman's things and show him up to the guest room.
Johnny Allegro: Oh, I don't have any things. I didn't get a chance to pack.
Morgan Vallin: Who knows? Perhaps you have enough. Maybe more than you need.
Johnny Allegro: Good night. Good night, Mrs. Vallin.
Glenda Chapman: Good night, Johnny.
[Allegro leaves the room]