Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
This could be very bad for us.
Susan:
For us?
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
For Mexico, I mean.
Quinlan:
Come on, read my future for me.
Tanya:
You haven't got any.
Quinlan:
What do you mean?
Tanya:
Your future is all used up.
Vargas:
This isn't the real Mexico. You know that. All border towns bring out the worst in a country. I can just imagine your mother's face if she could see our honeymoon hotel.
Vargas:
Captain, you won't have any trouble with me.
Quinlan:
You bet your sweet life I won't.
Vargas:
How could you arrest me here? This is my country.
Quinlan:
This is where you're gonna die.
Vargas:
Listen, I'm no cop now. I'm a husband! What did you do with her? Where's my wife? My wife!
Pete Menzies:
You're a killer.
Hank Quinlan:
Partly. I'm a cop.
Pete Menzies:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Drunk and crazy as you must have been when you strangled him. I guess you were somehow thinking of your wife, the way she was strangled.
Hank Quinlan:
I'm always thinking of her, drunk or sober. What else is there to think about, except my job, my dirty job?
Pete Menzies:
You didn't have to make it dirty.
Hank Quinlan:
I don't call it dirty. Look at the record, our record, partner. Huh?
Pete Menzies:
Sure, sure, sure.
Hank Quinlan:
Well? All those convictions.
Quinlan:
I don't speak Mexican. Let's keep it in English, Vargas.
Vargas:
That's all right with me. I'm sure he's just as unpleasant in any language.
Sanchez:
Unpleasant? Strange. I've been told I have a very winning personality. The very best shoe clerk the store ever had.
Tanya:
We're closed.
Quinlan:
You've been cookin' at this hour?
Tanya:
Just cleanin' up.
Quinlan:
Have you forgotten your old friend, hmm?
Tanya:
I told you we were closed.
Quinlan:
I'm Hank Quinlan.
Tanya:
I didn't recognize you. You should lay off those candy bars.
Quinlan:
It's either the candy or the hooch. I must say, I wish it was your chili I was gettin' fat on. Anyway, you're sure lookin' good.
Tanya:
You're a mess, honey.
Quinlan:
Yeah. That pianola sure brings back memories.
Tanya:
The customers go for it - it's so old, it's new. We got the television too. We run movies. What can I offer you?
Quinlan:
That was the last killer that ever got out of my hands.
[
Last lines]
Tanya:
Isn't somebody gonna come and take him away?
Schwartz:
Yeah, in just a few minutes. You really liked him didn't you?
Tanya:
The cop did... the one who killed him... he loved him.
Schwartz:
Well, Hank was a great detective all right.
Tanya:
And a lousy cop.
Schwartz:
Is that all you have to say for him?
Tanya:
He was some kind of a man... What does it matter what you say about people?
Schwartz:
Goodbye Tanya.
Tanya:
Adiós.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
A policeman's job is only easy in a police state.
Quinlan:
[
leaving strip-club] We're wasting our time here.
Dist. Atty. Adair:
I wouldn't say that...
Schwartz:
Intuition?
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
Why not? Quinlan doesn't have a monopoly on hunches.
[
Quinlan fires a pistol at Vargas, not hitting him]
Quinlan:
That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.
Schwartz:
So it turns out Quinlan was right after all.
Mirador Motel night manager:
It STINKS in here!
Quinlan:
An old lady on Main Street last night picked up a shoe. The shoe had a foot in it. We're gonna make you pay for that mess.
Quinlan:
That's the second bullet I stopped for you.
Dist. Atty. Adair:
An hour ago, Rudy Linnekar had this town in his pocket.
Coroner:
Now you could strain him through a sieve.
Susan:
You know what's wrong with you, Mr Grandi? You've being seeing too many gangster movies. Mike may be spoiling some of your fun.
'Uncle' Joe Grandi:
Mike?
Susan:
My husband, yeah! And if you're trying to scare me into calling him off, let me tell you something Mr. Grandi. I may be scared, but he wont be.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
Susie, one of the longest borders on earth is right here between your country and mine. An open border. Fourteen hundred miles without a single machine gun in place. Yeah, I suppose that all sounds very corny to you.
Susan:
I could love being corny, if my husband would only cooperate.
Sanchez:
What are you trying to do?
Quinlan:
We're trying to strap you to the electric chair, boy.
Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
I'm saying more than that, Captain. You framed that boy. Framed him!
Pretty Boy:
Hold her legs!
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first lines]
Border Cop:
Uh, you folks American citizens?
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