- Dan McCabe: I got bad news for you, Lucille. I can't drive you home.
- Lucille McCabe: What's bad news about that, the way you drive?
- Lucille McCabe: Oh, look Dan! Oh, the Oakland ferry.
- Dan McCabe: So what?
- Lucille McCabe: Well, don't you remember?
- Dan McCabe: Yeah, I remember - May 10, 1938.
- Maxwell Bard: What happened then?
- Lucille McCabe: We spent our honeymoon on that - riding back and forth on the poor man's Atlantic.
- Joe, the Bartender: You know what I'd do if I was you?
- Kenneth Whittaker: What?
- Joe, the Bartender: I'd bust the livin' bejeepers out of a guy like that.
- Kenneth Whittaker: I wish I could.
- Joe, the Bartender: Well, why can't you? A big guy like you.
- Kenneth Whittaker: It's not that.
- Joe, the Bartender: Well, suppose he's smaller. Suppose he's weaker. He deserves it, don't he?
- Kenneth Whittaker: I can't.
- Joe, the Bartender: Well, why can't you? Just answer me that. Why not?
- Kenneth Whittaker: He's dead.
- Joe, the Bartender: But look what he done to you... dead?...
- [He picks up Ken's shot of whiskey and downs it himself]
- Joe, the Bartender: Well, in that case, there's only one thing you can do now.
- Kenneth Whittaker: What?
- Joe, the Bartender: There was another party involved, wasn't there?