Roget: Killed Lejeune? What are you talking about? (He rises) I don""t hink I like your tone.You""re speaking to an officer, remember that.Paris: Oh, well, I must be mistaken then, sir.An officer wouldn""t do that.A man wouldn""t do it.Only a thing would - a sneaky, booze-guzzling, yellow-bellied rat with a bottle for a brain and a streak of spit where his spine ought to be.[A similar scene involving another cast-off cigarette by Bogart opensThe Treasure of he Sierra Madre (1948).]A lot of daffy buttinskis running around without a nickel in their pockets and for what? So a million hired girls and motormen""s wives""ll know what""s going on.The ordeal of the "horrible experience" has made it difficult for him to put the past behind him, and he "raves" with a delirious, "insane desire" to create living men again:Henry: Forget? If only I could forget but it""s never out of my mind.