Frank R. Enley: [desperately looking for Johnny] Where do I find him? Where does he live?
Pat: I don't know. Nobody knows!
Frank R. Enley: Well, there must be some way I can find...
Pat: Guys like him don't tell where they live!

Frank R. Enley: You don't know what made him the way he is - I do!

Joe Parkson: Just so there won't be no misunderstanding, tell him I'll be back!
Edith Enley: If you are, the police will be here to meet you.
Joe Parkson: You'd better check with your husband. I don't think he'd like that.

Joe Parkson: Sure, I was in the hospital, but I didn't go crazy. I kept myself sane. You know how? I kept saying to myself: Joe, you're the only one alive that knows what he did. You're the one that's got to find him, Joe. I kept remembering. I kept thinking back to that prison camp. One of them lasted to the morning. By then, you couldn't tell his voice belonged to a man. He sounded like a dog that got hit by a truck and left him in the street.