Reporter: Mr. Kane, how did you find business conditions in Europe?
Kane: How did I find business conditions in Europe? With great difficulty!
Kane: I run a couple of newspapers. What do you do?
Kane: This gentleman was saying…
Gettys: I am not a gentleman. I don’t even know what a gentleman is.
Bernstein: Old age. It’s the only disease, Mr. Thompson, that you don’t look forward to being cured of.
Thompson: He made an awful lot of money.
Bernstein: Well, it’s no trick to make a lot of money… if what you want to do is make a lot of money.
Bernstein: A fellow will remember a lot of things you wouldn’t think he’d remember. You take me. One day, back in 1896, I was crossing over to Jersey on the ferry, and as we pulled out, there was another ferry pulling in, and on it there was a girl waiting to get off. A white dress she had on. She was carrying a white parasol. I only saw her for one second. She didn’t see me at all, but I’ll bet a month hasn’t gone by since, that I haven’t thought of that girl.
Charles Foster Kane: You know, Mr. Bernstein, if I hadn’t been very rich, I might have been a really great man.
Thatcher: Don’t you think you are?
Charles Foster Kane: I think I did pretty well under the circumstances.
Thatcher: What would you like to have been?
Charles Foster Kane: Everything you hate.
Kane: Hello Jedediah.
Leland: Hello, Charlie. I didn’t know we were speaking…
Kane: Sure, we’re speaking, Jedediah–you’re fired.
Kane: I always gagged on the silver spoon.
Kane: I think it would be fun to run a newspaper.
Bernstein: Harvard, Yale, Princeton, Cornell, Switzerland… he was thrown out of a lot of colleges.
Emily: Really Charles, people will think…
Kane: …what I tell them to think!
Bernstein: There’s a lot of statues in Europe you haven’t bought yet.
Kane: You can’t blame me. They’ve been making statues for some two thousand years, and I’ve only been collecting for five.
Jedediah: You still eating?
Kane: I’m still hungry.
Kane: You’re right, I did lose a million dollars last year. I expect to lose a million dollars this year. I expect to lose a million dollars next year. You know, Mr. Thatcher, at the rate of a million dollars a year, I’ll have to close this place in… 60 years.
Leland: Bernstein, am I a stuffed shirt? Am I a long- faced hypocrite? Am I a New England school marm?