...so tired of lying and making up lies.

That's a lie, too!

That's a deliberate lie, you monkey-faced little rumpot.

Not knowing what is a lie and what's the truth.

...men are likely to forget where their best interests lie...

The greatness in Peter Keating's personality lies in the fact that there's no personality...

She said she didn't but I took it for granted she was lying.

A lie! You knew you had Thursby hooked! You wanted to kill him...

You lied to us about your sister and all that, but we didn't believe you.

Even if there was half-a-million dollars' worth lying around waiting to be picked up.

But the lie was in the way I said it, not at all in what I said.

I'll be all right as soon as I can get some place where I can lie down.

The great creators, the thinkers, the artists, the scientists, the inventors...

The cheaper the crook, the gaudier the patter, huh?

The common, the vulgar, and the trite.

The minimum? What's the maximum?

The men in the street.

The individual against the collective.

The liability of the defendant...

The world of the mob and of the Banner.