- Sergeant Joe Portugal: Don't let that face of yours go to your head.
- Margot Shelby: Or to yours?
- Sergeant Joe Portugal: It wouldn't matter if did... People who use pretty faces like you use yours, don't live very long anyway.
- Sergeant Joe Portugal: [Reading a note] To you who double-crossed me... I leave this dollar for your trouble. The rest of the dough, I leave to the worms.
- Bartender: Louie asked her how old she was. She said 23.
- Sergeant Joe Portugal: If she's 20, I'll eat that glass.
- Bartender: Well, Kelsey brought her in.
- Sergeant Joe Portugal: Okay, okay, but if I catch you selling liquor to minors, I'll bust this joint into toothpicks!
- Frank Olins: Nothing comes out of that money, until I take it out myself. Vince will pay for the Doctor.
- Jim Vincent: I'm into you for 60 G's already.
- Frank Olins: 60 thousand? For what?
- Margot Shelby: Do want an itemized account of what it cost to save your life?
- Margot Shelby: Do you remember the first time I came to see you in your office? Your dingy, gloomy office in that dingy dirty street, the rotten smell of the factory chimneys pressing down on the shabby little houses, the slovenly old women, the gray-faced dirty little children starting out with everything against them. I remember that street.
- Dr. Craig: Do you love me?
- Margot Shelby: Yes, but I can't forget your street. I remember every little thing about it, and if I had never seen it, I still could have described it because that street runs all over the world. I know because that's the street I came from 6000 miles from here in a little English mill town. But it's the same rotten street, the same factories, the same people, and the same little gray-faced children!
- Frank Olins: Lay out the dough Vince. You know you'll get it back, soon as I can get out of here.
- Jim Vincent: No Soap Frankie. You've just been gassed. How do I know what kind of shape you're in? Maybe you wouldn't be able to pull through an operation.
- Margot Shelby: [When Dr. Craig seems overcome by the stress of what he's been through] Poor baby...
- Jim Vincent: Dead baby!
- Thin Morgue Attendant: D-i, di, c-h-o-t, chot, o-m-y: dichotomy
- [laughs]
- Thin Morgue Attendant: . Ain't that a lulu? And get this one: di-dactic
- [laughs]
- Thin Morgue Attendant: .
- Benny - Fat Morgue Attendant: Hey, why don't you stop reading that junk?
- Thin Morgue Attendant: What's the matter with the dictionary?
- Benny - Fat Morgue Attendant: Ain't enough story to it.