Dean Jagger credited as playing...
Slade
- Slade: Stop tap dancing around it, son. You just got caught with your pants down, that's all.
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Well, we're very close to that synthetic hormone, sir, and I thought that we should go ahead and...
- Slade: Yes, what did the police really have on you?
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Well Gutchel was paid out of the slush fund, so there's no way he can be tied to the company. Uh, I disposed of any animals that could be traceable. It's just this guy, Madison that was here...
- Slade: Yes, yes, yes. Um. I'll put in the--in the fix.
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Pardon?
- Slade: Well it's not the police we have to worry about. No, it's those damn yellow journalists that's the trouble. They're out to ruin our public image.
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Yes, sir.
- Slade: Yes, now will you get on back to your chemistry set and I'll take care of everything. We'll put in the fix. Don't worry about a thing. Go on, go on.
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Thank you, sir.
- Slade: Yes. Don't talk to any reporters.
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Yes, sir.
- Mayor: Oh, Mr Slade, I'd have to go to the City Council for a reward.
- Slade: Now common now, let's stop fussing. I'll put up the money. I'll put up the money. Listen, the wedding is tomorrow. I want you to pick up all this silver, all the tables, put 'em back the way it should be later.
- Mayor: Look, that's very generous of you, Mr. Slade.
- Slade: Mayor, listen, we have got four products, four products pending with the Food and Drug Administration right now. Four products. And that's a lot of politics involved.
- Mayor: Oh, I see. And if they traced it back to the company...
- Slade: You mean if they traced it back here to us?
- Mayor: Yeah.
- Slade: Well you'd be out of a job for one thing. Arthur. Mayor Ledeux, my future son-in-law, Arthur Hill.
- Mayor: Oh, how you do?
- Scientist Arthur Helms: Nice to meet you.
- Slade: Arthur is my number one boy.
- Mayor: Oh.
- Slade: My number one boy, yes, sir.