Carl: (opening narration) Tuesday, 11:15pm. If you know anything about Chicago politics, you'll understand why a sixty-three year old ward captain was braving the ungentle hour and less gentle streets. You see, Ward Captain Leo J. Ramutka was returning home from a wake, an auf Wiedersehen to a loyal registered voter he knew would one day meet him in that great polling station in the sky. What Ward Captain Ramutka failed to foresee was just how soon that meeting would be.
Tony: (on his state of confusion in the newsroom.) Why do I always feel like I don't belong here?
Carl: If Leo Ramutka’s popularity, or lack of it, was born of ballots and political patronage, Rolf Danvers got his more directly. His was the allure of ready cash and the deeds to several square blocks of prime Chicago real estate. However, within seconds the only real estate that would matter to Rolf Danvers would be a small plot he owned in a memorial park near Old Town…
Carl: We’re thinking of brightening up the office! You (points to Ron) are going to be replaced by a Boston fern, and you (points to Tony) by a snapdragon!
Rausch: Carl, neighbors heard screams and we find you camped out here on the floor and a woman… axe murdered right in there. If I was you, I’d have a biiiig tension headache.
Rausch: A knight. In armor. Make me believe that, Carl, because if I find you’re shooting me through the grease it’ll have a definite detrimental effect on how we interface!
Carl: You know what? I intuited that.
Carl: How do you account for what I saw?!?
Rausch: I account for it thusly. You are a man who has resorted to lies and chicanery to the point of being pathological. I believe that you suffer from autosuggestion, and in an obsessive desire to win approval expressed through the need for a big story, you convince yourself that what you want to be true, is true. In short, I believe your brain has turned to onion dip!
(Carl gave Mendel Boggs’ name to the police, causing the curator trouble, and then Carl tries to ask Boggs a question...)
Boggs: I wouldn’t give you another piece of information if you held me down and let a pack of rats run through my clothes willy-nilly! Not if you made me drink the oil slick off Lake Michigan would you get anything out of me! Now please leave here. And take that sickly stench with you!!
Carl: (closing monologue) A blessed battleaxe and an iron suit full of thin air. I knew I’d have a lot of explaining to do to the owners of the Hydecker Museum, to Captain Vernon Rausch, and of course to my own beloved bureau chief, A. Vincenzo. There wouldn’t be much I could tell them, except what I’ll tell you: it all really happened…
In his monologue about Brewster Hocking, Carl says the letters KACL, as an initialism for the "Canadian American Leisure Corporation." Moments later he uses the initialism CACL. The former has an incorrect letter, and the two do not (of course) agree.
A grazing mace
Carl describes the spiked ball on a chain as a mace. This weapon is more correctly referred to as a flail. A mace is a club with a heavy metal end, sometimes equipped with spikes, and is much easier to use than a flail. The spiked ball on the flail used by the ghost is called a morningstar, and a flail of this sort is sometimes referred to as a morningstar flail or simply a morningstar.
I've grown unaccustomed to his face.
The picture of Guy de Mettencoeur in Roger’s book does not match the armor Carl sees at Minerva Musso’s apartment and later at the Hydecker Museum. The helmet is distinctly different. Yet Carl recognizes it right away.