John Emery credited as playing...
Dr. Fleurot
- Dr. Fleurot: I've watched your work for six months, it's *brilliant*, but lifeless. There's no intuition in it. You approach all your problems with an icepack on your head.
- Constance Petersen: Are you making love to me?
- Dr. Fleurot: I will in a moment. I'm just clearing the ground first.
- Dr. Fleurot: It's rather like embracing a textbook.
- Constance Petersen: But why do you do it, then?
- Dr. Fleurot: Because you're not a textbook. You're a sweet, pulsing, adorable woman underneath. I sense it every time I come near to you.
- Constance Petersen: You sense only your own desires and pulsations.
- Dr. Fleurot: Your lack of human and emotional experience is bad for you as a doctor - and fatal for you as a woman.
- Constance Petersen: I've heard that argument from a number of amorous psychiatrists.
- Dr. Fleurot: Gentlemen, notice her stocking. The lady's been climbing trees.
- Dr. Murchison: Or lolling in a briar patch.
- Dr. Fleurot: No, no. It's trees, there are two leaves in her hair.
- Dr. Fleurot: Looks as if we have Casanova himself at the head of Green Manors. Did you notice her blush everytime we mentioned his name?
- Dr. Fleurot: If you were anybody but Constance Petersen, the human glacier and the custodian of truth, I'd say.,,
- Constance Petersen: Yes, you'd say what?
- Dr. Fleurot: My dear, forgive me my scurrilously thoughts.
- Dr. Fleurot: The police will never find him alive. An amnesia case of that sort, with the police after it, is an obvious suicide. The fellow will put an end to his pain and nightmares and fantasies by blowing his brains out or dropping himself out of a window.
- Dr. Fleurot: I'm a sentimental ass. A woman like you could never become involved emotionally with any man - sane or insane.