The Interrogator: We're up against a good man. He's got to show us where his weakness lies before we can use it - to destroy him. Meanwhile, we must wait
[sits down at his chessboard]

The Interrogator: What have you done to me?
The Cardinal: That - from you?

The Interrogator: Who do you think you're dealing with? Some mad, sadistic moron in the Gestapo, who has power to play with flesh and blood for his own lust? I was a doctor, before ever I was a lawyer. Your body is sacred to me.
The Cardinal: No drugs... no torture... what can you hope for?
The Interrogator: Conversion. It's your mind we want.
The Cardinal: For the first time since I've come into your prison - I'm afraid.

The Interrogator: You fake! The hero of the resistance who outwitted the Gestapo for his own vanity. The martyr for the Church whose only resistance is for his own pride. His Eminence, the Cardinal, who could steal the estimation of the world to justify a miserable little tyke of a backstreet drab who smelt of fish!
The Cardinal: Forgiveness!
The Interrogator: Did you preach forgiveness up there in your fine pulpit, forgiveness for those who stole?
The Cardinal: Of course.
The Interrogator: Didn't they have to give back what they'd stolen?
The Cardinal: How can you give back honor?

The Interrogator: You're an enemy of society, like the schizophrenic, of the paranoiac. You're dangerous, because you mislead the poor, the uneducated, the silly. Only because you're wrongheaded. In time, we'll get to the root of the trouble. And you can be cured.
The Cardinal: Your believe it?
The Interrogator: Yes, I do believe it.
The Cardinal: God give me cunning against your skill.

The Jailer: They look different after a few months in solitary, don't they, sir?

[Speaking about the "art" of interrogation]
The Interrogator: It's a pity it's a sport that has to be played with living men.

[the Cardinal is in solitary confinement for two months]
The Cardinal: How are you doing this to me? Why am I... going out of my mind?
The Jailer: Well, it's funny, you know. The more store a man sets by his wits, the sooner he loses them. When a man starts watching his mind at work, you can't leave him alone for five minutes without he frightens himself to death.