Does Sy’s voice sound familiar? Casey Kasem is well known as the voice of American Top 40, a popular radio show he hosted throughout much of the 70’s and 80’s, and revived in the late 90’s before he retired in 2004. Kasem also lent his distinctive voice to the cartoon character Shaggy in the various Scooby-Doo cartoons.
Quincy describes a dosage of 1000 rads as “Hiroshima time.” On August 6, 1945, Hiroshima made grim history as the first city subjected to a nuclear attack, when the Enola Gay and her crew delivered the Little Boy device, a 13-16 megaton warhead that killed about 140,000 people. About 60,000 of these died from radiation poisoning and other secondary effects.
Sy Wallace: Alright, Danny, c’mere! Two drinks for the girls over there, and listen: put it on my tab, okay? But tell them that I am a reporter and my friend here is a doctor – don’t forget!
Danny: Reporter! Doctor! You write obituaries, he works in the coroner’s office – all I need is a mortician and business will die altogether!
Quincy: Sam, are you sure you didn’t make a mistake on this?
Sam: Uh-uh. Ran it twice just to be sure. He showed leuocopenia, thrombocytopenia, immature erythrocytes.
Quincy: One day they’re gonna have that tongue of yours impounded. Why do you just say it? Low white cells, platelets down to zilch. What’s left?
Sam: Not much.
Quincy: What was the cause of death?
Sam: Would you believe an inch and a half gash on the forehead?
Quincy: Of course, Bigelow couldn’t clot and he bled to death.
Quincy: We’re looking at a lot bigger problem than nailing a poor kid like Sanchez! A man in Bigelow’s condition would have had to have been shot with at least a thousand rads of radiation. Don’t you know what that means? That’s Hiroshima time!
Monahan: Quincy! I wouldn’t have one regulation problem if it wasn’t for you!
Quincy: That’s why I love you. You’re a rock on the outside, a marshmallow on the inside.
Quincy: Everything in Bigelow’s autopsy points to severe radiation poisoning.
Johnson: Now, listen to me, doctor... loose talk like that could cause us a great deal of trouble.
Johnson: Did you do a Geiger reading of his clothes, his jewelry?!?
Quincy: Yes, we did, and we found nothing.
Johnson: Nothing. You know what that means, doctor? It means that he could not have been exposed at this plant. Because our reactor is neutron source, and any exposure of a ring, watch or clothing would leave it as hot as a two dollar pistol!
Asten: Quincy, I want you to step out of this quietly. Now, you’ve involved us with a very powerful organization, and the last thing I want is more headlines.
Quincy: Well, I want one more. (He starts to leave and then pauses in the doorway.) The one that tells me that Sanchez is free.
Quincy: Maria, I can’t believe you’re going to run out on him now.
Maria Sanchez: (in an agony of emotion) Believe it. You better believe it, doctor! Things have changed now, you know? This morning, Ray confessed!
Quincy: Malfeasance and bribery aren’t going to fit well around your neck. And that’s what you’re going to be accused of unless you call your lawyers and tell them to withdraw their offer RIGHT NOW!
Quincy: Private companies... they can’t have a cobalt machine, can they?
Sy Wallace: Oh, sure, sure. They use it to X-ray buildings and things like that after earthquake damage – you know, structural pieces?
Quincy: Am I glad you’re here!
Monahan: I’m not overjoyed at seeing you.
Monahan: I can think of a thousand reasons why people lie to you.
(Quincy has dissected a guppy to see if it died of radiation poisoning, part of his search for the source of the rays that killed Bigelow.)
Asten: Gentlemen, we have enough work here on people. We don’t do fish!!
Asten: I could call Monahan... I could call the newspapers... we’d look pretty good, guys, wouldn’t we?
Quincy: Yes, we would... we would look good.
Asten: We could prove it?
Quincy: Well, with a little T and D...
Asten: What’s T and D?
Quincy, Sam: (in unison) Trickery and Deceit!
Monahan: We have a warrant, sir. (He unfolds the warrant.) It says here: search and inspect on suspicion of animal abuse on commercial property.
Arthur Lanz: What the hell are you talking about?
Quincy: Those poor, dying fish.
Monahan: (ominously) And by the time I book you... it’ll be murder one.