Goodman: Just stay right where you are, Steve. We don't want any trouble, but this time if anybody sets foot on my porch—that's what they're going to get—trouble!
Steve: Look, Les—
Goodman: I've already explained to you people. I don't sleep very well at night sometimes. I get up and I take a walk and I look up at the sky. I look at the stars! Mrs.
Goodman: That's exactly what he does. Why, this whole thing, it's... it's madness.
Steve (nods): That's exactly what it is—some kind of madness.
Charlie's voice (shrill, from across the street): You'd better watch who you're seen with, Steve! Until we get this all straightened out, you aren't exactly above suspicion yourself.
Steve (whirling around toward him): Or you, Charlie. Or any of us. From age eight and up!
Woman: What I'd like to know is—what are we going to do? Just stand around here all night?
Charlie: There's nothin' else we can do!
Steve (raising his voice): There's something you can do, Charlie. You could go
home and keep your mouth shut. You could quit walking around like a self-appointed hanging judge and just climb into bed and forget it.
Charlie: You sound real anxious to have that happen, Steve. I think we'd better keep our eye on you, too!