What the devil are you doing?

I once went to the movies. I saw Mary Pickford.

What the devil? Don't you have any more sense than to-

I went to five stores for the special pâté we like.

He went to the club. I know he got there. Why?

but with an obligation to the society we live in.

with the right to live and work and think as individuals,

Down the hall to your left, dear. The first bedroom. Thank you.

or the Bradleys are giving a party, or maybe he went to Janet’s.

And the victims, inferior beings whose lives are unimportant anyway.

Remember we said, the lives of inferior beings are unimportant?

not one of the seven lively, perhaps, but an art nevertheless.

I was down for three weeks. The doctors were-

And I'm sure you wouldn't want the poor old man to have to get down on his knees to see them.

down the back stairs, and the two of us would put him into the car.

It's the darkness that's got you down. Nobody ever feels really safe in the dark.

No, the party's the finishing touch to our work.

She wants you to call the police. The police?

The power to kill can be just as satisfying as the power to create.

I'm going in the other room. To see the books?