Willoughby Whitfield : Good morning, Miss Milicent. Secretary : Good morning. Willoughby Whitfield : Mrs. Steinmeintz! Secretary : I told you Mr. Hawk was busy.

[a window washer appears behind Alonzo Hawk to wash the window. The noise of the machine disturbs Hawk, who angrily orders the washer to stop and quickly leave]  Alonzo Hawk : [flinging the window open]  You idiot! What do you think you're doing? Window washer : Washing the windows. Every Wednesday. Mr. Hawk's orders. Alonzo Hawk : I'm Mr. Hawk! Get outta here! Window washer : Okay. Cancel the windows. [He moves his platform away, but not before calling out to Hawk to remind him of the window, that was left opened, before he left]  Window washer : And you better shut the window; runs up the air-conditioning bill! Alonzo Hawk : [yelling]  You're fired! Get your money and... Window washer : [calling]  Mr. Hawk's orders! Alonzo Hawk : They may harass me, but don't let them ever think they have me beaten. That is when Alonzo Hawk is at his most dangerous. Secretary : Yes, sir.

Alonzo Hawk : [speaking to his secretary about a group of men in his office]  Who're these clowns? Secretary : They're your new lawyers, Mr. Hawk. You fired the others yesterday. Alonzo Hawk : Okay, fellas, now I want to tear down the Steinmetz firehouse. Okay? Lawyer-Second Team : Just a moment, Mr. Hawk. Do you have the necessary permit? Alonzo Hawk : [suddenly becomes angry]  Of course I don't have a permit! I don't even own the land yet! Lawyer-Second Team : Sorry, Mr. Hawk. Such an action would only jeopardize your entire legal standing of your new building. We can't permit... Alonzo Hawk : [shouts angrily]  Will you get outta here? I didn't hire you to tell me what I can't do, I hired you to tell me how I could do it! GOOOOOO! [lawyers run out of the office] 

Secretary : I'm sorry, Mr. Hawk. I called the motel but they said your nephew checked out. Alonzo Hawk : [angrily]  What do you mean he's checked out? When? Where? Who told him he could check out? How dare he disappear when he knows I'm worried sick? I'll tear his chicken-livered gizzard to pieces! I'll stomp him silly! I'll take this letter knife, and I'll stab that kid right in his ungrateful breastbone! You know me Millicent, normally I'm a kindly, fun-loving fellow! But when I get crossed... [weakly, slumping down at desk]  Alonzo Hawk : I go bananas.