Brighton Rock (1948)
Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.
Pinkie Brown: [in a recording booth, making a disc for the doting, oblivious Rose] You asked me to make a record of me voice. Well, here it is. What you want me to say is 'I love you.' Here's the truth. I hate you, you little slut. You make me sick.
Pinkie Brown: [on the record he made earlier] You wanted a recording of my voice, well here it is. What you want me to say is 'I love you'...
Pinkie Brown: [the record - scratched when he tried to destroy it - suddenly jumps] ... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love you...
[Fin. Last lines]
Rose: People change.
Ida: I've never changed. It's like those sticks of rock. Bite one all the way down, you'll still read Brighton. That's human nature.
Mother Superior: [while comforting Rose after Pinkie's death] You or I cannot fathom the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God.