Terry Cordell: [Opening her car's passenger door] Come on. Get in.
George Steele: No thanks, I'll take a streetcar; I can trust streetcars.
[A policeman's whistle is heard and we see two cops running toward Steele. Steele jumps into the car, and they take off.]
George Steele: What's your racket girlie? Whattya do for a living?
Terry Cordell: I'm outta my head. I drive around in cars picking up psychopathic killers.
[softening]
Terry Cordell: Someone has to look after you. I was at a party at Reynolds'. Things began to come apart at the seams. I drove Traybin....
George Steele: [interrupting] I know that.
Terry Cordell: OK, you know that. You know everything. You're the great Steele. You walk through brick walls. You...
[She pulls over]
Terry Cordell: You can wait here. They're going to put in a streetcar soon. Unless... unless you have some dim idea of what you're doing and want me to help you.
George Steele: I always ask one question of people who want to join my club. Who's Traybin?

- Pat O'Brien in Crack-Up (1946)

Terry Cordell: Wouldn't it be smarter to go to Cochrane and get this thing out in the open?
George Steele: About as smart as cutting my throat to get some fresh air.

- Pat O'Brien in Crack-Up (1946)