I really did, too, you old crab. Always yelling your head off, always sore at everybody....

Barton Keyes:

Now that's enough out of you, Walter. Now get outta here before I throw my desk at you. [looks in his pocket for a match] Walter Neff:
[takes a match of his own and lights Keyes' cigar]
I love you, too. [voiceover] Walter Neff:
I really did, too, you old crab. Always yelling your head off, always sore at everybody. You never fooled me with your song and dance, not for a second. I kinda always knew that behind all the cigar ashes on your vest was a heart as big as a house