Pat Arlen: [to Phyllis] Someone said dates are only steps in the long parade of time.

Sheriff: [to Paige] The people ain't mean, Doc; they're scared.

Doctor John Stafford: [Seeing Paige cooking eggs] Who told you to get breakfast?
Dr. Newell Paige: My stomach!

Dr. Newell Paige: What would religion be without music?
Mrs. Dexter: There was religion long before there was music.

Dean Harcourt: I imagine we come here for the same purpose... to look off into eternity.
Dr. Newell Paige: I don't think I'm very much concerned with eternity. My job's with the present.
Dean Harcourt: The present troubles you?
Dr. Newell Paige: Yes, a little. One has ideals... Troublesome things, ideals. They get in the way of logic, fair thinking. Eternity?
[He shakes his head]
Dr. Newell Paige: After all, the patient feels just as much pain today even though tomorrow he thinks he may be sitting on the edge of a cloud, strumming a harp.
Dean Harcourt: And you're concerned with curing today's pain so the patient won't... uh... join the Heavenly Host.
Dr. Newell Paige: Right.
Dean Harcourt: Narurally as a physician you believe that...
Dr. Newell Paige: [Interrupting] How did you know I'm a physician?
Dean Harcourt: You just told me.
Dr. Newell Paige: [laughs to himself] Right.
Dean Harcourt: Tou know, you and I are in the same sort of business. If I concern myself more with eternity, it's because my job is with the soul, rather than with the body.
Dr. Newell Paige: Preacher?
Dean Harcourt: I much prefer to be known as a teacher.

Dean Harcourt: I'm alive simply because I have a job to do. You take away my job, you take away my life.
Dr. Newell Paige: Yes, a man must have something to live for, musn't he?
Dean Harcourt: Or something to die for.
Dr. Newell Paige: [Smiles] I can't think of something to die for. However, maybe something will turn up.