Okay: Hey, where did you learn about all these things?
Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: In school. In a university.
Okay: Oh, a university?
Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Yes.
Okay: I got a brother in a university.
Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Well, indeed? Well, I must add that to your case history. Which university?
Okay: Let me see. What's the name of that joint? Havard!
Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Harvard? Really? What does your brother do there?
Okay: He's preserved in alcohol. He's got two heads.

Tug: [to other gang members about Clitterhouse] Hey, that stuffed shirt's got something on the ball!

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: [to Jo as he rolls craps] I was doing rather nicely until you came in. What's that platitude about dice and women? It's possible that my luck has switched from the dice to you.
[Obseving her dour reaction]
Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Oh, my mistake. My luck could still be with the dice.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Crime and research.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Now, just relax, counselor. Nothing to be jittery about.
Grant: My dear boy, I've had over a hundred clients face the electric chair. I've never been jittery.
Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: But your clients were.