Gregory Peck credited as playing...
John Ballantyne
- John Ballantyne: I don't believe in dreams. That Freud stuff's a lot of hooey.
- Dr. Alex Brulov: Oh, you are a fine one to talk! You've got amnesia and you've got a guilt complex and you don't know if you are coming or going from some place, but Freud is hooey! *This* you know! Hmph! A wiseguy.
- Constance Petersen: I think the greatest harm done the human race has been done by the poets.
- Anthony Edwardes: Oh, poets are dull boys, most of them, but not especially fiendish.
- Constance Petersen: They keep filling people's heads with delusions about love... writing about it as if it were a symphony orchestra or a flight of angels.
- Anthony Edwardes: Which is isn't, eh?
- Constance Petersen: Of course not. People fall in love, as they put it, because they respond to a certain hair coloring or vocal tones or mannerisms that remind them of their parents.
- Anthony Edwardes: Or... or... sometimes for no reason at all.
- Constance Petersen: That's not the point. The point is that people read about love as one thing and experience it as another. Well, they expect kisses to be like lyrical poems and embraces to be like Shakespearean dramas.
- Anthony Edwardes: And when they find out differently, then they get sick and have to be analyzed, eh?
- Constance Petersen: Yes, very often.
- Anthony Edwardes: Professor, you're suffering from "mogo on the gogo."
- Constance Petersen: I beg your pardon!
- [last lines]
- Dr. Alex Brulov: And remember what I say: any husband of Constance is a husband of mine, so to speak.
- John Ballantyne: [laughing] Alright! Goodbye. Good luck!
- Dr. Alex Brulov: Goodbye!
- John Ballantyne: Now, this honeymoon is complicated enough without your dragging medical ethics into it.
- Constance Petersen: All analysts have to be psychoanalyzed by other analysts before they start practicing.
- John Ballantyne: Ahhh, that's to make sure that they're not too crazy.
- John Ballantyne: Oh, stop it! Babbling like some phoney King Solomon. You're filled with half-witted double talk that doesn't make sense. If there's anything I hate, it's a smug woman!
- Constance Petersen: [smiling] Darling, we're just beginning.
- Anthony Edwardes: I know why you came in.
- Dr. Constance Petersen: [entranced] ... Why?
- Anthony Edwardes: Because something has happened to us.
- Dr. Constance Petersen: But it doesn't happen like that - in a day.
- Anthony Edwardes: It happens in a moment sometimes... I felt it this afternoon... It's like lightning striking... It strikes rarely.
- Anthony Edwardes: [He walks towards her; they kiss]
- John Ballantyne: I have no memory It's like looking in a mirror and just seeing nothing but the mirror. And yet the image is there, I know it's there. I exist, I'm there. How could a man lose his memory, his name, everything he's ever known and still talk like this? As if he were quite sane.
- John Ballantyne: When I hold you like this I feel entirely well. Will you love me just as much when I'm normal?
- Constance Petersen: Oh, I'll be insane about you.
- John Ballantyne: I am normal. At least there's nothing wrong with me that a nice, long kiss wouldn't cure.
- Constance Petersen: Oh, I've never treated a guilt complex that way before.
- John Ballantyne: I'm sorry. I'm a pig.
- Constance Petersen: No, I am. I keep forgetting you're a patient.
- John Ballantyne: Darling, I have a confession to make.
- Constance Petersen: I'm listening.
- John Ballantyne: As a doctor, you irritate me. I sit here, swooning with love, and then suddenly you ask me a question and I don't like you anymore. Do you have to sit there smiling at me like some smug, know-it-all schoolteacher?
- Constance Petersen: I can't help smiling. That's what happens in analysis. As the doctor begins to uncover the truth of a patient, said patient develops a fine hearty hatred of said doctor. Well, you're going to hate me a great deal before we are through.
- John Ballantyne: And you're going to like that?
- Constance Petersen: As a scientist, yes.
- John Ballantyne: And if I should happen to biff you one, you'll consider that a sort of diploma?
- Constance Petersen: Yes, but don't biff too hard.
- Constance Petersen: You were in Rome.
- John Ballantyne: I was never in Rome in my life.
- Constance Petersen: You were either there, or going there. You remembered something no doubt connected with burning your hand. Rome, think of Rome. Maybe Rome, ltaly. When did you go to Rome? What did you do in Rome? Think. Think. Rome
- John Ballantyne: I think you're quite mad - and you're much crazier than I. Do all this for a creature without a name. To run off with - a pair of initials.
- John Ballantyne: For what it's worth, I can't remember ever having kissed any other woman before.
- Constance Petersen: I have nothing to remember of that nature either.
- John Ballantyne: You're very sweet.
- Constance Petersen: Of course, I'm no child.
- John Ballantyne: Oh, far from it.
- Constance Petersen: I'm well aware that we're all bundles of inhibitions.
- John Ballantyne: A dynamite dose!
- Constance Petersen: Do you know, this room does look changed. But it isn't - It's I who am changed. It's called transfer of affects.
- John Ballantyne: What is?
- Constance Petersen: The fact that everything seems so wonderful in this room.
- John Ballantyne: You were superb with the police.
- Constance Petersen: Was I?
- John Ballantyne: Oh, you carried it off like a grade-A gun moll.