Don't treat me like I'm a member of your goddamn fan club. Are you telling me everybody got the answers but you?
You're so persistent, Dick. You know, I really envy you that.
Was it just the money, Charlie?
You'll forgive me, but anyone who thinks money is ever just money couldn't have much of it.
Charlie, you want to insult me, fine; but you can't envy me at the same time.
Jesus, Dick, if someone offered you all this money to be on some rigged quiz show, instant fame, the works, would you do it?
No. 'Course not.
No? Throw the whole thing in, the cover of Time, Dave Garroway, $50,000 a year to read poetry on television — would you do it?
No.
And I would?

