Well, that certainly is a new low. I guess I've seen everything now. You sit there with...

Long John Willoughby: Well, that certainly is a new low. I guess I've seen everything now. You sit there with your big cigars and think of deliberately killing an idea that has made millions of people a little bit happier. An idea that has brought thousands of them here from all over the country. By bus and by freight and jalopies and on foot, so they can pass on to each other their own simple, little experiences. Look, I'm just a mug and I know it, but I'm beginning to understand a lot of things. Why, your type's as old as history! If you can't lay your dirty fingers on a decent idea and twist it and squeeze it and stuff it into your own pocket, you slap it down! Like dogs, if you can't eat something, you bury it! Why, this is the one worthwhile thing that's come along! People are finally finding out that the guy next door isn't a bad egg. That's simple, isn't it? And yet a thing like that has got a chance of spreading till it touches every last doggone human being in the world - and you talk about killing it! Well, when this fire dies down what's going to be left? More misery, more hunger and more hate! And what's to prevent that from starting all over again? Nobody knows the answer to that one, and certainly not you, with those slimy, bollixed up theories you've got. The John Doe idea may be the answer, though, it may be the one thing capable of saving this cockeyed world yet you sit back there on your fat hulks and tell me you'll kill it if you can't use it! Well, you go ahead and try - you couldn't do it in a million years with all your radio stations, and all your power, because it's bigger than whether I'm a fake, it's bigger than your ambition, and it's bigger than all the bracelets and fur coats in the world!