I believed you once.

All right, then, I believe you.

I believe you.

Did the, uh, police believe you?

You have your alms. Now, be gone!

I did believe in you once, architect.

I believe you because I know where you spent the last five years.

And for once I believe you. Because it's just rotten enough.

so that your merciful deeds may be in secret, then your Father who sees in secret will reward you openly.

That thine alms may be in secret and thy Father which seeth in secret himself shall reward thee openly.