Steve: Go ahead, what's my wife said, let's get it all out. Let's pick out every idiosyncrasy of every man, woman, and child on this whole street. And then we might as well set up some kind of a kangaroo court. Now how about a firing squad at dawn, Charlie, to get rid of all
the suspects, narrow them down for you, make it easier?
Don: Well there's no need getting so upset, Steve. It's just that... well, Myra's talked about how there's been plenty of nights you've spent hours down in your basement, working on some kind of radio or somethin'. Well, none of us have ever seen that radio...
Charlie: Go ahead, Steve. What kind of radio set you working on? I never seen it. Neither has anyone else. Who talks to you on that radio set, and who do you talk to?
Steve: Well, I'm surprised at you, Charlie. How come you're so dense all of the sudden? Who do I talk to? I talk to monsters from outer space! I talk to three-headed green men who fly over here in what looked like meteors!