- Dame Lavinia: So this is where you lurk and scheme, you wicked man.
- Harry Lime: Dame Lavinia, I'm overwhelmed.
- Dame Lavinia: As well you might be. This is my first outing during the hours of daylight since the coronation.
- Harry Lime: Couldn't you sleep?
- Dame Lavinia: I never sleep - I lie and think. Today, my thoughts came in stanzas of running fire; they forced me to come and see you.
- Harry Lime: Well, maybe it's the warm spring.
- Dame Lavinia: [laughs] I like you, Harry Lime. Our minds dance to the same preposterous music.
- Harry Lime: Anything else?
- Dame Lavinia: A word of warning. These things we collect are toys of the dead, yet some collectors value them beyond life - anybody's life. Be very careful.
- Batlivenga: My dear Mr. Lime, you are wounded.
- Harry Lime: I wouldn't worry about it, Batlivenga.
- Batlivenga: You are accident prone, perhaps? I have known this before in people. In such cases, the senses warn the brain repeatedly of danger, but the brain takes no notice - rejects the message. The result: accident, injury, and if the condition persists, loss of life. It's virutally a disease.
- Harry Lime: Then stay away from me, Batlivenga. It may well be catching.
- Batlivenga: All right, Mr. Lime, you win. Let us do business together.
- Harry Lime: The market just closed.