Jail ward doctor:
[
speaking about the fatally wounded Blinky] Beats me. I don't know what keeps him going.
Jim Reardon:
Will he be able to talk anymore?
Jail ward doctor:
He's dead now - except he's breathing!
Jim Reardon:
How much time has he got?
Lieutenant Sam Lubinsky:
He's behind schedule now.
Jim Reardon:
She took a powder. The dough went with her.
Reardon:
Good morning, Stella.
Stella:
Good morning, dream boy.
'Swede' Andersen:
Why did you ever go back to him, Kitty?
Kitty Collins:
Maybe because I hate him. I'm poison, Swede, to myself and everybody around me! I'd be afraid to go with anyone I love for the harm I do to them! I don't care harming him!
Lt. Sam Lubinsky:
Don't ask a dying man to lie his soul into Hell.
[
last lines]
[
after Reardon has wrapped up the investigation, Kenyon congratulates him]
R.S. Kenyon:
Owing to your splendid efforts the basic rate of The Atlantic Casualty Company - as of 1947 - will probably drop one-tenth of a cent.
[
he shakes Reardon's hand]
R.S. Kenyon:
Congratulations, Mr. Reardon.
Jim Reardon:
I'd rather have a night's sleep.
R.S. Kenyon:
Why don't you take a good rest. I must say you've earned it.
[
Reardon starts to leave]
R.S. Kenyon:
This is Friday... don't come in 'til Monday.
Jim Reardon:
Thanks.
Big Jim Colfax:
If there's one thing in this world I hate, it's a double-crossing dame.
George:
What'll it be, gentlemen?
Max:
I don't know. Whatta you want to eat, Al?
Al:
I don't know what I want to eat.
Max:
I'll have the roast pork tenderloin with apple sauce and mashed potatoes.
George:
That's not ready yet.
Max:
Then what's it on the card for?
George:
Well, that's on the dinner. You can have that at six o'clock. That clock is ten minutes fast. The dinner isn't ready yet.
Max:
Never mind the clock. What have you got to eat?
George:
Well, I can give you any kind of sandwiches: bacon and eggs, liver and bacon, ham and eggs, steak...
Al:
I'll have the chicken croquettes with the cream sauce and the green peas and the mashed potatoes.
George:
That's on the dinner too.
Al:
[
with nasty edge to his voice] Everything we want's on the dinner. That's the way want's on the dinner - that's the way you work it, huh?
George:
I can give you ham and eggs, bacon and eggs...
Al:
I'll take ham and eggs.
Max:
Give me bacon and eggs.
George:
[
through the service window into the kitchen] One ham and, bacon and.
Sam:
[
loudly] Comin' up!
Al:
You got anything to drink?
George:
I can give you soda, beer, ginger ale...
Al:
I said, 'You got anything to drink?'
George:
[
intimidated] No.
Al:
This is a hot town. Whatta ya call it?
George:
Brentwood.
Al:
Did you ever hear of Brentwood?
Max:
[
Max shakes his head, no]
Al:
Whatta ya do here nights?
Max:
[
sarcastically] They eat the dinner. They all come here and eat the big dinner.
George:
[
showing fear] That's right.
Al:
[
condescendingly] You're a pretty bright boy, aren't you?
George:
[
intimidated] Sure.
Max:
[
contemptiously] Well you're NOT!
Max:
[
to Al] Is he Al?
Al:
He's dumb!
Jim Reardon:
How well did you know the Swede?
Charleston:
Me? Mister, I guess me and the Swede were about as close as two guys can get. For nearly two years we weren't more than eight and a half feet apart. That's how big the cell was.
Reardon:
When was the last time you saw him?
Charleston:
Mister, did you say 'when?'
Reardon:
Yes.
Charleston:
Mister, when it comes to dates, 1492 is the only one I can remember.
Big Jim Colfax:
[
to Dum Dum] You can leave anytime you want, friend.
'Blinky' Franklin:
[
acting as peacemaker] Come on! Easy does it, fellas! Easy does it!
'Dum-Dum' Clarke:
I don't like to be asked to come up here and then told I can go. Who do you think you're pushin' around?
Big Jim Colfax:
A minute ago we were talkin' about reputations. Well, you've got quite a reputation yourself - you're supposed to be a troublemaker.
Big Jim Colfax:
[
deliberately taking the cigarette out of his mouth] Okay. Make some.
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