- [first lines]
- Harry Orwell: [voiceover] Shopping isn't one of my favorite things. Neither is planning ahead. Now how do I know what I'm gonna want for dinner tomorrow? How do I know I'm gonna want dinner tomorrow? How do I know there's gonna be a tomorrow? When you live alone, your thinking gets funny. Next time I'll make a list.
- Harry Orwell: [Arrives home from shopping to find his door locked. He knocks until a young lady opens the door] Are you the lady of the house?
- Marilyn Sidwell: What do you want?
- Harry Orwell: I'm from George's Market. I got the groceries you ordered.
- Marilyn Sidwell: Oh. Well, just leave them there.
- Harry Orwell: No, wait a minute. It's $14.23.
- Marilyn Sidwell: What?
- Harry Orwell: We don't have charge accounts. $14.23?
- Marilyn Sidwell: Oh. Well, just a minute.
- Harry Orwell: [She lets him in. Harry watches as she goes looking for money in a drawer] Why don't you try the sugar bowl?
- Marilyn Sidwell: What?
- Harry Orwell: [Points toward the kitchen] Sugar bowl. In the kitchen. Most people keep their grocery money in the sugar bowl.
- [Harry points to an upper cabinet]
- Marilyn Sidwell: Oh. Yes.
- Harry Orwell: [She climbs up on the counter to reach the cabinet and Harry sees that she has blood on the bottom of her foot] How'd you hurt your foot?
- Marilyn Sidwell: Uh... I cut it on some rocks. There... it's $15. You can keep the change.
- Harry Orwell: Thank you.
- [Harry takes the money and puts it and the rest of the cash back into the sugar bowl and puts it back in the cabinet]
- Harry Orwell: I guess I better take a look at your foot. There's a first-aid kit in the bathroom.
- [She starts walking towards the door to leave]
- Harry Orwell: Hey... sit down. Go on... sit down.
- Marilyn Sidwell: [She sits on the couch and Harry starts first aid on her foot] I'm sorry.
- Harry Orwell: For what?
- Marilyn Sidwell: Breaking and entering. I needed a place to stay.
- Harry Orwell: It's a sea urchin.
- Marilyn Sidwell: What?
- Harry Orwell: You stepped on a sea urchin. They have these little spines. They're very poisonous.
- Marilyn Sidwell: Will you let me stay here?
- [last lines]
- Harry Orwell: [voiceover] I felt like screaming. But I didn't. You can get into a lot of trouble screaming. I decided to run instead. It didn't do much good. I did another thing that didn't do much good either. I locked the door to my house. Not that I was worried about anyone trespassing. I just liked the feeling of having a key in my pocket.
- Marilyn Sidwell: [being led away by an attendant] I hope you're proud of yourself. I don't belong in a mental institution. I'm there only because it suits other people's needs. I'm as sane as you are, Mr. Orwell. Pluto died the same way!
- Harry Orwell: [voiceover] Being as sane as I am may not be the highest recommendation in the world. But another of my least favorite things is betraying a trust. I wasn't particularly proud of myself.
- Harry Orwell: [voiceover] Manny Quinlan promised to dig up the answers to most of my questions, but there was one I was pretty sure I could stump him with.
- Lt. Manuel 'Manny' Quinlan: Pluto is a big, funny-looking dog, Harry. He belongs to Mickey Mouse. Now, Mickey Mouse is a fictional rodent married to a lady mouse named Minnie. And you know, one of their best friends is Donald Duck.
- Harry Orwell: Why are you smiling?
- Edward Lamport: I know your secret.
- Harry Orwell: What's that?
- Edward Lamport: You're sane.
- Harry Orwell: I wouldn't count on it.
- Harry Orwell: C'mon, Marilyn, let's get out of here. Everything's gonna be all right.
- Lt. Manuel 'Manny' Quinlan: Not quite, Harry.
- Harry Orwell: What do you mean?
- Lt. Manuel 'Manny' Quinlan: You're under arrest.
- Harry Orwell: What for?
- Lt. Manuel 'Manny' Quinlan: Assaulting a police officer in the performance of his duty.