- Sheila Mason: What are you thinking about?
- Ken Gordon: I was just thinking how crazy I was not to take a good look at you when I had the chance.
- Sheila Mason: Don't you remember at all?
- Ken Gordon: Pretty well, but I'm not sure. Tell me.
- Sheila Mason: Oh, I'm a sort of low wing, single-motored monoplane type. You've seen hundreds of them.
- Ken Gordon: I don't believe it. Tell me more.
- Sheila Mason: Let's see. I have reddish hair, snub nose, freckles, plenty of freckles.
- Ken Gordon: What else?
- Sheila Mason: Well, a little under medium length, fair wing spread, stream-lined, so they tell me.
- Ken Gordon: Sounds fascinating.
- Sheila Mason: What time does this cinch take place?
- Nick Williams: Four o'clock - the sun's right at your back.
- Sheila Mason: You think of everything, don't you?
- Top Harmon: Why don't ya hire this guy to shoot ya, Sheila - save a little trouble?
- Nick Williams: Ahh, quiet, Top.
- Nick Williams: Now look, there's a little joint out in New Jersey, see, and they got a bridge.
- Sheila Mason: And they want somebody to fly under it.
- Nick Williams: Yes.
- Sheila Mason: What'd they build the bridge for anyway?
- Nick Williams: Civic Pride. Now look, you can do it with your eyes closed - about 20 feet high and 40 feet wide and a nice little river underneath.
- Sheila Mason: That's in case I miss?
- Nick Williams: You can't miss. After that all you gotta do is a parachute jump.
- Sheila Mason: Oh, that's all?
- Nick Williams: Sure!
- Sheila Mason: Is that, uh, before the bridge or after the bridge, or under the bridge?
- Nick Williams: Now, Sheila, it's a cinch.
- Sheila Mason: Okay.