Waiter: Here you are, sir.
Dr. Jeff Cameron: These things are like water!
Waiter: They creep up on you.
Dr. Jeff Cameron: Bring me a couple more.
Waiter: But, sir, you have four and we are only allowed two to a customer.
Dr. Jeff Cameron: Why?
Waiter: That drink makes a guy talk back to his mother-in-law.
Dr. Jeff Cameron: What about his father-in-law?
Waiter: I suppose so.
Dr. Jeff Cameron: You’ve given me an idea.
Richard Hannay: There are million women in this island, and I’m chained to you. Listen, once more. I’m telling you the truth. I told you once in the train. I tried to tell you after the election meeting. I’m telling you now for the third time. There’s a danagerous conspiracy against this island and we’re the only ones who can stop it. Think what you’ve seen happen right under your very nose.
Pamela: The gallant knight to the rescue.
Richard Hannay: All right, then I’m just a plain, common murderer who stabbed an innocent, defenseless woman in the back not four days ago. How do you come out over that? I don’t know how innocent you may be but you’re a woman, you’re defenseless, and you’re alone on a desolate moor in the dark, manacled to a murderer who’d stop at nothing to get you off his hands. If that’s the situation you prefer, have it, my lovely, and welcome.
Pamela: I’m not afraid of. . .
Richard Hannay: For all you know, I may murder a woman a week.