Mr. Powers: Foreign correspondent! I could get more news out of Europe looking in a crystal ball.

Mr. Powers: I don't want any more economists, sages, or oracles bombinating over our cables. I want a reporter. Somebody who doesn't know the difference between an ism and a kangaroo.

Stebbins: They love to cable from New York. It makes them think that you're working for them.

Van Meer: I see now. There's no help. No help for the whole poor suffering world. Oh! You cry peace, Fisher. Peace. And there was no peace. Only war and death. You're... You're a liar, Fisher. A cruel, cruel liar. You can do what you want with me. That's not important. But you'll never conquer them, Fisher. Little people everywhere who give crumbs to birds. Lie to them, drive them, whip them, force them into war. When the beasts like you will devour each other, then the world will belong to the little people.

Carol Fisher: I think the world has been run long enough by well-meaning professionals. We might give the amateurs a chance now.

Carol Fisher: You never hear of circumstances out of our control rushing us into peace, have you?

Stephen Fisher: It's really very exciting being present at the christening of an American newspaper correspondent. Shouldn't we break a bottle of champagne or something?