Gregory Peck credited as playing...
Robert Thorn
- Robert Thorn: What do you know about my son?
- Father Brennan: Everything.
- Robert Thorn: And what is that?
- Father Brennan: I saw its mother.
- Robert Thorn: You saw my wife.
- Father Brennan: I saw its mother.
- Robert Thorn: You are referring to my wife!
- Father Brennan: Its *mother*, Mr. Thorn!
- Robert Thorn: If this is blackmail, come and say it! What is it you're trying to say?
- Father Brennan: Its mother was a Jack...
- [Father Brennan is interrupted as the door behind him bursts open violently]
- Marine: Everything all right, sir?
- American secretary: You sounded strange. The door was locked.
- Robert Thorn: [ignoring Brennan's warnings about Damien] ... Now, I've heard you. I want you to hear me: I *never* want to see you again.
- Father Brennan: ...You'll see me in *hell*, Mr. Thorn. There, we will share out our sentence.
- Keith Jennings: [Referring to Damien] Look, I'm not just some bystander. I was the one that found him.
- Robert Thorn: And I'm the one that's supposed to kill him.
- [Revealing daggers from Bugenhagen]
- Robert Thorn: These are knives. He wants me to stab him! He wants me to murder a child.
- Keith Jennings: It's not a child.
- Robert Thorn: How can he know that? Maybe he's wrong. It's insane. I won't have anything to do with murdering a little boy. He's not responsible. I won't do it!
- Robert Thorn: [Tosses the knives away]
- Keith Jennings: Well, if you won't do it... I will!
- [Robert Thorn and Kathy Thorn survey their mansion]
- Robert Thorn: It's a bit much.
- Kathy Thorn: No, nothing's too much for the wife of the future President of the United States.
- Robert Thorn: You know, you're pushy.
- Robert Thorn: If there were anything wrong, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?
- Kathy Thorn: Wrong? What could be wrong with our child, Robert? We're beautiful people, aren't we?
- Robert Thorn: [Picks up phone] Yes?
- Keith Jennings: I'm sorry to bother you, ambassador Thorn.
- Robert Thorn: Who is this?
- Keith Jennings: My name is Keith Jennings, Sir. The photographer whose camera got smashed at the embassy. I wondered if it could be possible to have a word with you here at my flat?
- Robert Thorn: If it's about the camera...
- Keith Jennings: No, it's not about the camera. It's about you, Mr. Thorn... and the death of the priest.
- Kathy Thorn: Something in mind, Mr. Ambassador?
- Robert Thorn: Why don't we have a little look upstairs...
- Kathy Thorn: Well, there's no furniture up there either.
- Robert Thorn: Awww, you know, you could be too sexy for the White House!
- Robert Thorn: [reading the epitaph in Maria Scianna's tomb] In birth and death the generations embrace.