At a time like this, whatever kind of time it is, I always say that money serves to ease...

[Thorndyke pulls up to the firehouse after everyone has been fighting] Peter Thorndyke: At a time like this, whatever kind of time it is, I always say that money serves to ease the pain. [to Carole] Peter Thorndyke: Good evening, my dear. [to Jim, handing him money] Peter Thorndyke: Here you are, sir. Fifteen hundred dollars for the small car, just as I promised. I note it's not in mint condition, but I am nothing if not always a man of my word. [Jim is silent] Peter Thorndyke: Uh, uh, $2000. What about $2000? It's the least I can do to help a fellow human at a time like this. Shall we consider it a deal? Jim Douglas: Two thousand dollars? Peter Thorndyke: Yes. Jim Douglas: Two thousand dollars for that little beat-up car? Why? Peter Thorndyke: Well, you could say I have a warm place in my heart for the dear little thing. Jim Douglas: You don't have a warm place on your whole body. What do you want it for? Peter Thorndyke: You don't want it, I do. Take the money! [Jim jumps up from where he's been sitting and grabs Thorndyke by the collar and holds him against the wall] Jim Douglas: [angry] You... You too! Peter Thorndyke: Now, look, Douglas, there's no need to be abusive. I'm trying to give you some money! Jim Douglas: I don't want your money! What do you want the car for? [Thorndyke stammers fearfully] Jim Douglas: You believe it. You believe it too! Peter Thorndyke: Believe what?