PERKINS: It isn't inquisitiveness, my boy, it's just being on the level with the public.
BROOKY: (Laughing.) You know, some great man said, "The public be damned."
PERKINS: He wasn't a great man, he was an ignorant man. The public will stand for just so much, then look out; let your mind wander back to the history of the French Revolution. An infuriated public is the most ferocious blood-lapping animal in the earth's jungle.
BROOKY: Perky, I adore your descriptive talents.
PERKINS: (Going up into vestibule and ringing bell.) You make me sick.
BROOKY: But surely you're not going to enter that apartment house unannounced?
PERKINS: No, I'll tell them a couple of reporters want some news, then you'll hear language no paper can print.
BROOKY: Why, are they all foreigners?
PERKINS: Say, Brooky, you're a perfect ass.
BROOKY: No, my dear fellow, none of us are perfect.