Adam Canfield Quotes in Charade (1963)

Reggie Lampert: Is there a Mrs. Cruikshank...?

Adam Canfield: Yes.

Reggie Lampert: But you're divorced.

Adam Canfield: No...

Reggie Lampert: [Regina's face falls] Oh.

Adam Canfield: [Brian/Adam gets out his wallet to show her the picture] My mother, she lives in Detroit, you'd like her, she'd like you too.

Adam Canfield: Well, what did you expect me to say? That a pretty girl with an outrageous manner means more to an old pro like me than a quarter of a million dollars?

Reggie Lampert: I don't suppose so.

Adam Canfield: Well, it's a toss-up, I can tell you that.

Reggie Lampert: What did you say?

Adam Canfield: Hasn't it occurred to you that I'm having a tough time keeping my hands off you?

[Regina is stunned]

Adam Canfield: Oh, you should see your face.

Reggie Lampert: What's the matter with it?

Adam Canfield: It's lovely.

[Regina drops her knife and fork]

Adam Canfield: What's the matter now?

Reggie Lampert: I'm not hungry anymore; isn't it glorious?

Reggie Lampert: So it's goodbye Alexander Dyle and welcome home Peter Joshua.

Adam Canfield: [shakes his head] Sorry the name is Adam Canfield.

Reggie Lampert: Adam Canfield? Wonderful! Do you realize you've had three names in the past two days? I don't even know who I'm talking to any more!

Adam Canfield: We didn't steal it, there's no law against stealing stolen money.

Reggie Lampert: Of course there is!

Adam Canfield: There is?

Reggie Lampert: Yes!

Adam Canfield: When did they pass such a silly law?

Inspector Grandpierre: Tell me, Mister Dyle. Where were you at 3:30 a.m.?

Adam Canfield: In my room. Asleep.

Inspector Grandpierre: And you, Mrs. Lampert?

Reggie Lampert: I was, too.

Inspector Grandpierre: In Mister Dyle's room?

Reggie Lampert: No, in my room.

Inspector Grandpierre: Obviously you're telling the truth, for why would you invent such a ridiculous story?

Adam Canfield: Heroin, peppermint-flavored heroin.

Adam Canfield: Wow, when you come on, you come on, don't you?

Reggie Lampert: Oh, come on!

Reggie Lampert: Is there a Mrs. Canfield?

Adam Canfield: Yes...

Adam Canfield, Reggie Lampert: [both] But we're divorced.

Hamilton Bartholomew: Stop, Mrs. Lampert, or I'll kill you!

Adam Canfield: It won't get you the stamps, Dyle. You'll still have to come out, and I'm not likely to miss at this range.

Hamilton Bartholomew: Maybe not, but it takes a lot of bullets to kill me. They left me there with five in my leg and my stomach. They knew I was alive, but they left me there. I spent ten months in a German prison camp with nothing to stop the pain. They left me there. They deserved to die.

Adam Canfield: But I had nothing to do with it.

Hamilton Bartholomew: You've got the money now. It belongs to me. Mrs. Lampert, they knew I was alive, but they left me there. That's why I had to kill them. All four of them. Please believe me: I'll kill you too. It won't make any difference... I've come too far to turn back. I swear I'll kill you!

Reggie Lampert: Oh, I don't know who anybody is...

Adam Canfield: Reggie, I beg you. Just trust me once more.

Reggie Lampert: Why should I?

Adam Canfield: [slight pause] I can't think of a reason in the world why you should.

Adam Canfield: All right, get set for the story of my life.

Reggie Lampert: Fiction or non-fiction?

Adam Canfield: Eh, why don't you shut up?

Reggie Lampert: Well!

Adam Canfield: Are you going to listen?

Reggie Lampert: Go on...

Adam Canfield: Now, when I was a young man, my father expected me to go into his business. Umbrella frames. That's what he made. A sensible business, I suppose, but I didn't have the sense in those days to be sensible.

Reggie Lampert: [looking skeptical] I suppose all this is leading somewhere...

Adam Canfield: Well, it led me away from umbrella frames, for one thing. But that left me without any honest means of support.

Reggie Lampert: What do you mean?

Adam Canfield: Well, in this highly competitive world, when a man has no profession, there isn't much choice, so I began looking for people who had more money than they needed... including some they'd barely miss.

Reggie Lampert: You mean you're a thief?

Adam Canfield: Well, that's not exactly the term I'd have chosen, but it sort of captures the spirit of the thing.

Reggie Lampert: I don't believe it!

Reggie Lampert: [as he's rubbing her feet in the cab] You didn't have to chase me so hard... I'm sorry I thought you were the murderer. But how was I to know he was as big a liar as you are?

Adam Canfield: Is that all the gratitude I get for saving your hide? Here, rub your own blinking foot!