Bartlett: Virgil, isn't it?Hilts: Hilts. Just make it Hilts.
There's madness in their method.
Cavendish: [Hilts has just taken some boards out of all the beds and Denys walks in after singing] 5 golds rings, 4 calling birds, bloody singing, hi Hilts.
Hilts: How many you taking out?Bartlett: Two hundred and fifty.Hilts: Two hundred and fifty?Bartlett: Yeh.Hilts: You're crazy. You oughta be locked up. You, too. Two hundred and fifty guys just walkin' down the road, just like that?