- Peter: Tell me. Is there not work for everyone here in America?
- Maggie: Almost everyone.
- Peter: So, how it happens that a girl like you steals a coat?
- Maggie: I don't know. I was cold. I needed a coat.
- Maggie: [thinking about what she just said] More than that, I was fed up, I guess.
- Maggie: [standing up] Did you ever put tips on shoe laces?
- Peter: Tip on shoelaces?
- Maggie: Yeah. That's what I did for two years.
- Maggie: [gesturing about her work] There's a big steal machine here, see, and over here, a giant spool of shoelace. You pull it out like this, twenty-seven inches at a time, all day. And then you stamp a pedal and a ton of steel bangs down, cuts the lace and rolls the tip on. Bang like that, and again. Bang, all day. You're scared you'll smash your finger. At the same time, you gotta keep your eye on the assistant foreman. Because every time he comes by he pinches you. You do this until your brain goes numb, and you get thirty-five bucks a week. And then, all of a sudden, you have an appendix attack, an operation, and you're out flat on your back. And you just can't get back on you're feet. And you get fed up. And you want to strike back at somebody, anybody!
- Maggie: [after she heaves a sigh] And you steal a coat.
- Peter: Somebody - somebody listen. You... you come here to bring peace to the world but what is the world? As long as there is one man who can't walk free where he wants, as long as there is one displaced person without a home, there won't be peace because to each man, he is the world. Nobody listens.
- [last lines]
- Peter: [as Tom and Maggie have rushed to his side] You found me. I was looking for *you*, and you found me.
- Peter: [as Peter and Maggie have finished embracing] You're not going back, Pete, I'll back you up. You're going to stay here.
- [Bailey, in the distance, nods his confirmation to Tom's statement]