Bradford Webster: Of course, if my confidence can't be respected...
Harry Lime: You can't blame, Luigi. After all, he's never met you.
Bradford Webster: Mr. Lime, you've never told me a single thing about Luigi Carvossa, or why we've been sending him checks for the last 18 years.
Harry Lime: That's right, Brad, I haven't.
Harry Lime: It's been a long time, Luigi.
Luigi Carvossa: Six thousand, four hundred and eighteen days, Mr. Lime. Eighteen years it has taken Alberto Dimonella's body to reach the bottom of the glacier, but tomorrow we should be able to dig him out of the ice. I hope the wait has been worth my wages.
Harry Lime: It will have been, Luigi, if Alberto's knapsack is still intact.
Harry Lime: By the way, Miss Muffin called me this morning. She's decided against invading England with her pancakes.
Bradford Webster: Just as well, Mr. Lime, and only fair, too, when you think about it. After all, the English haven't done anything terrible to the United States since the War of 1812.