Speed Limits

I wish you'd tell me what's engraved on that anklet.

Just my name.

As for instance?

Phyllis.

Phyllis, huh. I think I like that.

But you're not sure.

I'd have to drive it around the block a couple of times.

Mr. Neff, why don't you drop by tomorrow evening around 8:30? He'll be in then.

Who?

My husband. You were anxious to talk to him, weren't you?

Yeah, I was. But I'm sort of getting over the idea, if you know what I mean.

There's a speed limit in this state, Mr. Neff, 45 miles an hour.

How fast was I going, Officer?

I'd say around 90.

Suppose you get down off your motorcycle and give me a ticket.

Suppose I let you off with a warning this time.

Suppose it doesn't take.

Suppose I have to whack you over the knuckles.

Suppose I bust out crying and put my head on your shoulder.

Suppose you try putting it on my husband's shoulder.

That tears it.…. 8:30 tomorrow evening, then.

That's what I suggested.

You'll be here too?

I guess so. I usually am.

Same chair, same perfume, same anklet?

I wonder if I know what you mean.

I wonder if you wonder.

Double Indemnity, screenplay by Billy Wilder, from a novel by James M. Cain