Matthew Stoker: Oh, Mr. Archer! I don't wish to have a bullet hole in my pocket unless it's absolutely necessary.

Matthew Stoker: Now, Mr. Archer, suppose we entertain each other while my wife makes a brief search of the premises.
Gilbert Archer: Certainly. You play gin?
[Archer stands up to reach for a cigarette lighter. Stoker pushes the gun barrel into his chest. Archer motions toward a table]
Gilbert Archer: Lighter!
[Stoker tries to light it with no success]
Gilbert Archer: May I?
[He uses the lighter to knock the gun out of Stoker's hand]
Gilbert Archer: You need a refresher course, Reverend, at whatever seminary it was that you went to. Out!
Matthew Stoker: Very neat, Mr. Archer. Very neat, indeed. I've allowed myself to grow rather rusty. I'm afraid it comes from putting too much faith in my assistants.
[Stoker's assistant Rausch appears suddenly and knocks Archer unconscious]
Matthew Stoker: Such an impetuous young man.
[Speaking to his wife]
Matthew Stoker: Proceed, my dear.
[Speaking to Rausch]
Matthew Stoker: If Mr. Archer shows any signs of activity, Rausch, make him comfortable.

Gilbert Archer: Come in, Reverend. I've been expecting you.
Matthew Stoker: Were you indeed, Mr. Archer?
Gilbert Archer: Make yourself comfortable. What'll you have, scotch or bourbon?
Matthew Stoker: Bourbon, please. I indulge on rare occasions.
Gilbert Archer: Naturally. Why not? If you consult your Bible, you'll find a verse that prescribes a little wine for your stomach's sake.
Matthew Stoker: Mr. Archer, you're a never-ending source of amazement. And you have a Bible! Now isn't that...
Gilbert Archer: Cozy? Yes. Sit down, sit down, Reverend.
Matthew Stoker: Thank you.
Gilbert Archer: How's Mrs. Stoker, and your choirboy Rausch?
Matthew Stoker: Oh, both very well, thank you. Madame had a previous engagement or she'd have come with me. As for Rausch - well, I thought that on this occasion we could dispense with his impetuosity.
Gilbert Archer: Well, I was sure you'd bring him with you, knowing how stubborn I am to do business with.
Matthew Stoker: Yes, Mr. Archer, but this time I came convinced that you'd be cooperative.
Gilbert Archer: You did?
Matthew Stoker: Of course, my dear boy. It came to me in a revelation.
Gilbert Archer: I don't know where you bought the revelation, Reverend, but you've been gypped.

Rev. George Bradford: [Rausch walks in] You brought everything, Rausch?
[He nods]
Rev. George Bradford: Good work. I'm glad you got here all right.
Gilbert Archer: Mr. Helms got here all right too, didn't he - in the trunk.
Matthew Stoker: You know that too, Mr. Archer?
Gilbert Archer: Yeah, I know that. You came back to Helms' apartment to get rid of the trunk, but you found me there when you arrived. I found the trunk ready to be shipped, yet two of his suits were still hanging in his closet. Obviously there wasn't room for them. I still wasn't sure, but when you were so eager to have Helms' belongings taken to your home, I was convinced his body was in the trunk.
Rev. George Bradford: Right. The trunk is here now, and tonight it'll be at the bottom of the East River. Maybe you'll be there too, Archer.
Matthew Stoker: But first, Mr. Archer, we're going to your apartment, and you're going to tell the desk clerk to get that missing page out of the safe. After we've conducted our business, you may find that trunk a bit cramped, but you won't mind the inconvenience - then.
[the police come in]
Gilbert Archer: I completely forgot to tell you. The police were following the trunk.

Matthew Stoker: Mr. Archer, dishonesty is a sin. May I remind you that I paid you a retainer to get that Bible for me? I'm prepared to pay the balance.
Gilbert Archer: No dice, Reverend. I also accepted a retainer from one Ernst Helms. I've decided to do business with him instead.
Matthew Stoker: Helms?
Gilbert Archer: You'll get your money back.
Matthew Stoker: But Mr. Archer, Helms and I are in partnership.
Gilbert Archer: What?
Matthew Stoker: It was he who secured my Bible for me.
Gilbert Archer: No kidding? You've got the other Bible?
Matthew Stoker: You don't believe me. Perhaps you wouldn't be so skeptical if Helms confirmed it in person.
Gilbert Archer: Frankly, Reverend, I'd be very surprised. If Helms agrees, I'd be glad to turn this Bible over to you.
Matthew Stoker: May I?
[He dials the phone]
Matthew Stoker: Hello, my dear. Has Mr. Helms arrived yet? Excellent. I'm speaking from Mr. Archer's apartment. Mr. Archer would like a consultation with him. Will you ask him to wait for us? Thank you, my dear.
[He turns to Archer]
Matthew Stoker: Would you like to speak to him?
Gilbert Archer: No.
Matthew Stoker: That's all, my dear. Thank you. Now, Mr. Archer, would you be good enough to accompany me and bring the Bible?
Gilbert Archer: OK, Reverend.
[He suddenly frisks Stoker]
Gilbert Archer: I just want to make sure.
Matthew Stoker: Not this visit.
Gilbert Archer: After you.