“More raiders came down the stairs prodding the Reverend Dr. Lionel J. D. Jones, the Black Fuehrer, and Father Keeley before them.Dr. Jones stopped halfway down the stairs, confronted his tormentors. 'All I've done, 'he said majestically, 'is do what you people should be doing.''What should we be doing?' said a G-man. He was obviously in command of the raid.'Protecting the Republic,' said Jones. 'Why bother us? Everything we do is to make the country stronger! Join with us, and let's go after the people who are trying to make it weaker!''Who's that?' said the G-man.'I have to tell you?' said Jones. 'Haven't you even found that in the course of your work? The Jews! The Catholics! The Negroes! The Orientals! The Unitarians! The foreign-born, who don't have any understanding of democracy, who play right into the hands of the socialists, the communists, the anarchists, the anti-Christs and the Jews!''For your information,' said the G-man in cool triumph, 'I am a Jew.''That proves what I've just been saying!' said Jones.'How's that?', said the G-man.'The Jews have infiltrated everything!' said Jones, smiling the smile of a logician who could never be topped.'You talk about the Catholics and the Negroes-' said the G-man, 'and yet your two best friends are a Catholic and a Negro.''What's so mysterious about that?' said Jones.'Don't you hate them?', said the G-man.'Certainly not,' said Jones. 'We all believe the same basic thing.''What's that?' said the G-man. 'This once-proud country of ours is falling into the hands of wrong people,' said Jones. He nodded, and so did Father Keeley and the Black Fuehrer. 'And, before it gets back on the right track,' said Jones, 'some heads are going to roll.'I have never seen a more sublime demonstration of the totalitarian mind, a mind which might be linked unto a system of gears where teeth have been filed off at random.”
“Agent Jones held Sinjin’s face in his hands. “I’m going to make balloon animals. People need balloon animals.”“How right you are, strange delusional man,” Sinjin said.”
“Then the old man's face hardened. "What about you young man?" he asked flatly. "Would you like to get what you deserve?" Jones let that question hang in the air for a moment, then sighed, shook his head, and said "Me? I surely don't want what I deserve. I'm hoping for mercy, not justice.”
“You have done all the work in this business. I get a wife out of it, Jones gets the credit, pray what remains for you?""For me," said Sherlock Holmes, "there still remains the cocaine bottle.”
“I have not yet begun to fight!”John Paul Jones September 23, 1779. He said this when his ship was on fire and sinking.”
“Honey, Maggie Jones said. Victoria. Listen to me. You're here now. This is where you are.”