Hey Boy: Mr. Paladin.
Paladin: Hey Boy! (a nearby young woman watching him walks away) Hey Boy, do you do these things on purpose?
Hey Boy: Oh, I didn't realize you know that lady.
Paladin: Well, I didn't know her, and thanks to you, I probably never will.
Paladin: This, I take it, is some of your nitroglycerin?
Nobel: Yes. But it is quite safe as long as the chemical balances are not unduly altered. I'll show you.
Paladin: Mr. Nobel, I would be very happy to take your word for that!
Nobel: Do you realize, sir, the implications this substance of mine holds for all mankind?
Paladin: I'm afraid I do.
Nobel: I have calculated that effectively placed, fewer than five hundred containers of nitroglycerin c,ould essentially destroy the entire city of London. Think of that.
Paladin: I would prefer not to. But I can imagine what war will be like now.
Nobel: But there will be no more war. My invention will ensure peace! I am certain of it. Each nation will now have the means to destroy the other. No army would dare to march! When each government has supplies of nitroglycerin at it's command, a balance of terror will exist. Then, finally, there will be peace in the world, because no one would dare to begin such carnage.
Paladin: No one but a madman with power. In the course of human history, hasn't there always been a ready supply of men like that? Hannibal ravaged Rome with swords, spears. Rome destroyed Carthage with the same weapons. Genghis Khan found bows and arrows adequate to his purposes, and Napoleon managed to slaughter half the population of Europe with flintlocks.
Nobel: But nitroglycerin is not like bows and arrows or spears, it is entirely different. It is the ultimate weapon.
Paladin: And human nature remains the same.
Thurber: Ah, gentlemen. Oh, no need to tell why you've sought me out--nervous palpitations, brought on by a disturbance of fluids throughout the system. You came to the right place, sir, and, may I say, barely in time. Dr. Mono's Wonder Nerve Elixir.
Paladin: I am not suffering from nervous palpitations, I am looking for a Sam Thurber.
Thurber: You, uh... you bill collectors?
Nobel: We must get this man quick to a doctor. In large doses, it is poisonous.
Paladin: And you were going to create a balance of terror? Give everybody in the world nitroglycerin? What about this, the innocent misuse, the regrettable mistake? Death by miscalculation?
Nobel: But I will tell them.
Paladin: And they will listen.
Paladin: Montaigne observed that men did not invent devils, they merely looked within themselves.
Nobel: Yes. But they also found the stuff of angels there, too. One will triumph.
Paladin: Which one?