Bruce Wayne:
"We're 5 little items of an everyday sort. You'll find us all in a tennis court". In... A-E-I-O-U. Vowels.
Alfred Pennyworth:
Not entirely unclever, sir, but what do a clock, a match, chess pawns, and vowels have in common? What do these riddles mean?
Bruce Wayne:
Every riddle has a number in the question and they arrived at this order: 13, 1, 8, and 5.
Alfred Pennyworth:
13, 1, 8, and 5. What do they mean?
Bruce Wayne:
Perhaps letters of the alphabet?
Alfred Pennyworth:
Of course, 13 is M.
Bruce Wayne:
1 would be A, 8 would be H, and 5 would be E.
Alfred Pennyworth:
M-A-H-E.
Bruce Wayne:
Perhaps 1 and 8 are 18.
Alfred Pennyworth:
18 is R. M-R-E.
Bruce Wayne:
How about Mr. E.?
Alfred Pennyworth:
Mystery.
Bruce Wayne:
And another name for mystery?
Alfred Pennyworth:
Enigma.
Bruce Wayne:
Mr. E. Nygma. Edward Nygma. Stickley's suicide was obviously a computer-generated forgery.
Alfred Pennyworth:
You really are quite bright, despite what people say.
Nancy, Age 11:
They won't let me testify. I told the cops that you saved my life and they just acted like I was crazy. They talked my parents into keeping me away. They said that you done things that you didn't do. I told them that you saved me from that Roark creep, but they won't even check me out to see if I'm still a virgin. I'm still a virgin, still alive... thanks to you. They got it all backwards.
John Hartigan:
Sometimes the truth doesn't matter like it ought. But you'll always remember things right. That's gonna mean a lot to me. But stay away, Nancy. They'll kill you if you don't stay away. Don't visit me. Don't write me. Don't even say my name.
Nancy, Age 11:
Maybe you won't let me visit, but I'll still write to you, Hartigan. I'll sign my letters "Cordelia." That's the name of a really cool detective in books I read. I'll write to you every week... for forever.
John Hartigan:
Sure, kid. Now run on home. It's not safe for you here. [Nancy walks away]
John Hartigan:
Bye, Nancy. [Nancy turns around at the door]
Nancy, Age 11:
I love you.
Klopfer:
And how is it you speak Hebrew? Or is it only Yiddish you speak?
Adolf Eichmann:
Well, I lived among them, I worked among them, and I picked up a few words; Jewish, Yiddish, not enough to speak. So I went in search of a rabbi - rabbi means "teacher", I came to find out - Look, may I tell you the Lord's honest truth? So many of our highest-ranking officers, whose responsibility it is to deal with the Israelites, they make no attempt to get inside the Jewish head - I went to visit this rabbi - old man, long beard - in his one-room flat. And when he saw me, his eyes grew as large as hen's eggs. I asked him to teach me his language, and he agreed, and he said that he would, but that he would charge me - of course. So, I applied to my commander for funds, and I was denied; now, I've run into this opposition all my life, so I paid my own money - very little, not much. And he taught me some vocabulary, letters of the alphabet. But looking back, I realize it was poor judgment on my part, because I could have so easily had the old man arrested - put into prison - and demanded lessons from him, in his cell, free of charge. One day, he was rounded up and shipped off because he had gone out unadvisedly. And I thought "That's so stupid... why are they so stupid?" Didn't he know that I would have protected him? At least until my lessons were complete.
Kaffee:
Jack? Jack! They were given an order.
Capt. Ross:
I'll be right back. I'll be right back.
Galloway:
How long have you known about the order?
Capt. Ross:
I didn't. Who's this?
Kaffee:
She's Joe Galloway. She's Downey's attorney. She's very pleased to meet you.
Capt. Ross:
What exactly are you accusing me of, Commander?
Galloway:
How long have you known about the order?
Kaffee:
Jack didn't know about the order because if Jack did and he didn't tell us Jack knows he'd be violating about 14 articles of the Code of Ethics. As it is, Jack's got enough to worry about because, God forbid, our clients should decide to plead not guilty and testify for the record that they were given an order.
Capt. Ross:
Kendrick specifically told those men not to touch Santiago.
Kaffee:
That's right and then he went into Dawson and Downey's room and specifically ordered them to give Santiago a code red.
Capt. Ross:
That's not what Kendrick says.
Kaffee:
Kendrick's lying.
Capt. Ross:
You have proof?
Kaffee:
I have the defendants.
Capt. Ross:
And I have 23 Marines who aren't accused of murder and a Lieutenant with 4 letters of commendation.
Kaffee:
Why did Markinson go UA?
Capt. Ross:
You'll never know.
Kaffee:
You think I can't subpoena Markinson?
Capt. Ross:
You can try but you won't find him. You know what Markinson did for the first 17 of his 26 years in the Corps? Counter intelligence. Markinson's gone, there is no Markinson. Look, Danny, Jessup's star is on the rise. Division will give me a lot of room on this one to spare Jessup and the Corps any embarrassment.
Kaffee:
How much room?
Capt. Ross:
I'll knock it all down to involuntary manslaughter, two years they'll be home in six months.
Galloway:
No deal, we're going to court.
Capt. Ross:
No, you're not.
Galloway:
Why not?
Capt. Ross:
Because you'll lose and Danny knows it. And Danny also knows that if it does go to court then that means I'm going to have to go all the way. His clients are going to get charged with the whole truckload. Murder. Conspiracy. Conduct Unbecoming. And even though he's got me by the balls out here Danny knows that in a court room he loses this case. You see, Danny's an awfully talented lawyer and he's not about to let his clients go to jail for life when he knows that they could be home in six months. That's the end of this negotiation. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the arraignment.
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Jesse James:
Give me some more conversations, Bob.
Charley Ford:
I got one. This one's about as crackerjack.
Jesse James:
Let Bob tell it.
Robert Ford:
I don't even know what you're talking about.
Charley Ford:
About how much you and Jesse have in common.
Jesse James:
Go on, Bob.
Charley Ford:
Tell a story.
Robert Ford:
Nope. Nope.
Charley Ford:
Entertain Jesse. He's here.
Robert Ford:
Well, if you'll pardon my saying so, I guess it is interesting, the many ways you and I overlap and whatnot. You begin with our Daddies. Your daddy was a pastor of the New Hope Baptist Church; my daddy was a pastor of a church at Excelsior Springs. Um. You're the youngest of the three James boys; I'm the youngest of the five Ford boys. Between Charley and me, is another brother, Wilbur here, with six letters in his name; between Frank and you was a brother, Robert, also with six letters. Robert is my Christian name. You have blue eyes; I have blue eyes. You're five feet eight inches tall. I'm five feet eight inches tall. Oh me, I must've had a list as long as your nightshirt when I was twelve, but I've lost some curiosities over the years.
Jesse James:
[stares at Bob for a long time, smiles] Ain't he something?
If there was a place on earth in which God walked, it was the workroom of any post office in the United States of America. Here was the thick chaos of humanity rendered into order. Here was a box for every family in the town. Letters, bills, newspapers, catalogs, packages might be sent forth from anywhere in the world, shipped and steamed across water and land, withstanding winds and time, to journey ever forward toward this single, small, and well-marked destination. Here was no Babel. Here, the tangled lines of people's lives unknotted, and the separate tones of voices set down upon a page were let to breach the distance. Hand over hand the thoughts were passed. And hers was the hand at the end.
