- Brad Dunham: I want a pack of American cigarettes.
- Hotel Cigar Stand Clerk: Sorry, but we're all out.
- Brad Dunham: How much are they when you're all out?
- Hotel Cigar Stand Clerk: Ten dollars.
- Brad Dunham: How do you know I haven't got a gun?
- Mme. Tamara Baranoff: Because your clothes fit you much too well.
- Brad Dunham: It's plain to see you haven't got a gun either.
- Marc Andrews: This is a lot worse than the old days of Prohibition. Not everybody drank, but everybody eats.
- Brad Dunham: Is anybody around here the umpire? Well, I can't say that I blame you. If it's all right with both sides, I'll call 'em as I see 'em.
- Chinese Boy: Thank you. We have the utmost confidence in your judgment as the arbitrator, sir.
- Brad Dunham: It's plain you didn't play in Brooklyn.
- [In a hotel room, Brad Dunham finds a letter for him. As examines it, he starts to read it.]
- Brad Dunham: Dear Brad, sorry about this, I've had all I can take. Maybe heaven isn't... to particular... about who they let in. Best of luck... to the last of the old gang. Steve
- [Upon finishing the letter. Brad looks up at a nearby photograph to see a few of his fellow airmen. He picks up a marker and crosses off Steve's image before turns and sits down. After thinking for a few seconds, he picks up a telephone.]
- Brad Dunham: [speaking into the phone] Desk clerk, this is Dunham. Mr. Ellis has already check out. You'd better send the coroner up for his bags.
- [Dunham solemnly hangs up the phone.]
- [In the hotel, Brad Dunman can be seen walking up to the front desk, where a clerk is working.]
- Brad Dunham: Can I have the bill for 33?
- Hotel Desk Clerk: [Turns and around and picks up a piece of paper, which he hands to Dunham] Here it is. 376 dollars, American money.
- Brad Dunham: Kinda high, isn't it?
- Hotel Desk Clerk: Mr. Ellis has been charging many things to your account for some time.
- Brad Dunham: What of it?
- [Dunham holds up some money, which he hands to the clerk]
- Brad Dunham: Here, stamp that paid.
- Hotel Desk Clerk: [Takes the money and the bill before stamping the latter, which he then hands to Dunham] Here you are, sir.
- [Dunham takes the bill and starts to walk off.]
- Hotel Desk Clerk: Oh, uh, Mr. Dunham.
- Brad Dunham: [Looks up] Yes?
- Hotel Desk Clerk: We should be requiring your room.
- Brad Dunham: [surprised] What?
- Hotel Desk Clerk: The management regrets, that it requires you and Mr. Ellis to move tonight.
- Brad Dunham: You can't do that. Mr. Ellis is sick and you can't put a sick man out in the street.
- Hotel Desk Clerk: If I may say so, Mr. Ellis' sickness bears a curious relationship to whiskey.
- Brad Dunham: Whatever you got against me is okay, but lay off him.
- Hotel Desk Clerk: We want the room tonight.
- [the clerk turns and walks off as Dunham starts to think about what he heard.]
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