REDDY:
Well, I like that!

HATCH:
Stupid? Why, I make a living at it.

ALICE:
How much of a living?

HATCH:
Ten thousand a year.

ALICE:
Ten thousand--well, suppose you made FIFTY thousand. What good is
even a hundred thousand for ONE year, if to get it you risk
going to prison for twenty years? That's not sensible. Merely as
a business proposition, to take the risk you do for ten thousand
dollars is stupid isn't it? I can understand a man's risking
twenty years of his life for some things--a man like Peary or
Dewey, or Santos-Dumont. They took big risks for big prizes. But
there's thousands of men in this country, not half as clever as you
are, earning ten thousand a year--without any risk of going to
jail. None of THEM is afraid to go out in public with his wife and
children. THEY'RE not afraid to ask a policeman what time it is.
They don't have to wear black masks, nor ruin their beautiful
complexions with burnt cork.

REDDY:
Ah, go on. Who'd give ME a job?