Tyrone Power: Stanton Carlisle

Nightmare Alley

Stanton Carlisle

McGraw: Wait. I just happened to think of something. I might have a job you can take a crack at. Course it isn't much and I'm not begging you to take it, but it's a job.
Stanton Carlisle: That's all I want.
McGraw: And we'll keep you in coffee and cake. Bottle every day, place to sleep it off in. What do you say? Anyway, it's only temporary, just until we can get a real geek.
Stanton Carlisle: Geek?
McGraw: You know what a geek is, don't you?
Stanton Carlisle: Yeah. Sure, I... I know what a geek is.
McGraw: Do you think you can handle it?
Stanton Carlisle: Mister, I was made for it.

Hoatley: Nice work, kid. You kept your head. You're a real carny, no mistake.
Molly: You ought to have heard Stan spout the gospel to that old hypocrite. It was like being in Sunday school.
Zeena Krumbein: You must have been raised pretty religious.
Stanton Carlisle: Yeah, in a county orphanage.
Molly: Didn't you have any folks?
Stanton Carlisle: If I did, they weren't much interested.
Zeena Krumbein: Where'd you learn all this gospel?
Stanton Carlisle: In the orphanage. That's what they used to give us on Sunday after beating us black-and-blue all week. Then when I ran away, they threw me in the reform school. But that's where I got wise to myself. I let the chaplain save me, and got a parole in no time. Boy, how I went for salvation! Comes in kind of handy when you're in a jam.

Pete Krumbein: Throughout the ages man has sought to look behind the veil that hides him from tomorrow. And through the ages certain men have looked into the polished crystal and seen. Is it some quality of the crystal itself? Or does the gazer merely use it to turn his gaze inward? Who knows? But visions come. Slowly shifting their form. Visions come. Wait. The shifting shapes begin to clear. I see fields of grass, rolling hills, and a boy. A boy is running barefoot through the hills. A dog is with him. A *dog* - is - with - him.
Stanton Carlisle: Yes, go on. His name was Gyp. Go on!
Pete Krumbein: [with choked laughter] Humph. See how easy it is to *hook* 'em!

Stanton Carlisle: I'm going right ahead the way I figured. The spook racket - I was made for it.

Stanton Carlisle: Listen to me, I'm no good. I never pretended to be. But, I love you. I'm a hustler. I've always been one. But, I love you. I may be the thief of the world, but, with you I've always been on the level.

Stanton Carlisle: We must rely solely upon our faith. Indeed, I think it's a mistake to try to define our thoughts about it in human terms. That, in itself, is a form of irreverence. It's like - like trying to put the ocean into bottles.

Zeena Krumbein: You like this racket, don't you?
Stanton Carlisle: Oh, lady, I was made for it. I had all kinds of jobs before this one came along; but, none of 'em were anything but jobs. But this gets me. I like it. All of it. The crowds, the noise, the idea of keeping on the move. You see those yokels out there, it gives you sort of a superior feeling, as if you were in the know and they were on the outside looking in. Kinda hard to explain, but I like it.

Stanton Carlisle: Honest, Zeena, to see a smart girl like you fall for one of your own boob-catchers. I give up.

Stanton Carlisle: What kind of deck is this?
Zeena Krumbein: This is the tarot. Oldest kind of cards in the world. Pete says the gypsies brought them out of Egypt. They're a wonder for giving private readings.
Stanton Carlisle: I'd say. They look plenty weird.

Stanton Carlisle: Well, you're a fine one. Runnin' off in the middle of the show. Zeena was sore.
Pete Krumbein: I couldn't help it. She's got me on a diet. One shot a day.

Stanton Carlisle: How do you get a guy to be a geek? Is that the only one? I mean, is a guy born that way?
Hoatley: Let me tell you something, kid. When you've been around this carny a little longer, you'll learn to quit asking questions.

Stanton Carlisle: Now you can see the reason, Marshal, for the costume this young lady is forced to wear. The electricity would ignite any ordinary fabric. And only by wearing the thinnest covering can she avoid bursting into flames.
Hoatley: That's right, Chief. Thousands of volts of current cover her body like a sheet.
Rural Marshal: You can't pull the wool over my eyes with a lot of sparks. I've done business with you carnival crooks before. Get that geek in here. You can talk to the judge.

Stanton Carlisle: [to the other hobos] See how easy it is to hook them? Stock reading. Fits anybody. Never misses. What's youth? Happy one minute, hungry and heart broken the next. Every boy has a dog. Every boy has a beautiful old gray haired mother. Everybody, except maybe me.
Hobo at Stan's Left Hand: What happened to her?
Stanton Carlisle: What do you care?
Hobo by Stan's Right Hand: Hey, don't cry in that good liquor.
Hobo by Stan's Right Hand: [grabbing and drinking from the bottle before passing it to the other hobos] You know, I had a mother once. She wasn't so good looking but she was mighty good to me.
Stanton Carlisle: Hey. Hey. You fellas take it easy. There's not going to be any left for me.
Hobo at Stan's Left Hand: Buddy, you're sure a good mind reader.
[the hobo passes the bottle back to Stan who knocks it back discovering it is indeed empty]

Stanton Carlisle: Zenna's going good. She sure knows how to put on an act.
Molly: Sure does.
Stanton Carlisle: Too bad she's tied up with that rum-dum.
Molly: Why?
Stanton Carlisle: Well she could grab herself a smart guy and make the big time in no time.
Molly: But she's already been in the big time. She and Pete used to be one of the biggest headliners in vaudeville.