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: I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad, worse than you could know. Sam Spade
: You know, that's good, because if you actually were as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere.
: Haven't you tried to buy my loyalty with money and nothing else? Brigid O'Shaughnessy
: What else is there I can buy you with?
: He has a wife and three children in England. Sam Spade
: They usually do, though not always in England.
: Mr. Archer was so alive yesterday, so solid and hearty... Sam Spade
: Stop it. He knew what he was doing. Those are the chances we take. Brigid O'Shaughnessy
: Was he married? Sam Spade
: Yeah, with ten thousand insurance, no children, and a wife that didn't like him.
: Help me. Sam Spade
: You won't need much of anybody's help. You're good. Chiefly your eyes, I think, and that throb you get in your voice when you say things like 'Be generous, Mr. Spade.' Brigid O'Shaughnessy
: I deserve that. But the lie was in the way I said it, not at all in what I said. It's my own fault if you can't believe me now. Sam Spade
: Ah, now you are dangerous.
: I do know he always went heavily armed, and that he never went to sleep without covering the floor around his bed with crumpled newspapers, so that nobody could come silently into his room. Sam Spade
: You picked a nice sort of a playmate. Brigid O'Shaughnessy
: Only that sort could have helped me, if he'd been loyal.
: All we've got is that maybe you love me and maybe I love you. Brigid O'Shaughnessy
: You know whether you love me or not. Sam Spade
: Maybe I do. I'll have some rotten nights after I've sent you over, but that'll pass.
: What would you do if I didn't tell you? Something wild and unpredictable? Spade
: I might.
: You have a lot of trouble with your women, don't you, Sam?
: I know I haven't any right to ask you to help me blindly. But I do ask it. Oh, be generous, Mr. Spade. Sam Spade
: You won't need much of anybody's help. You're pretty good. As a matter of fact, you're very good. It's chiefly your eyes, I think, and the throb you get in your voice when you say, "Oh, be generous, Mr. Spade."
: Oh, I'm so tired, Sam. Tired of everything, of myself, of lying, of thinking up lies, until I don't know a lie from the truth.
: I remember you. You're the other man. Ted Shayne
: That's me, sister. I've often been named as the other man.
: Do you mind very much, Mr. Shane, taking off your hat in the presence of a lady with a gun?