Johnny Depp credited as playing...
John Dillinger
- John Dillinger: I was raised on a farm in Moooresville, Indiana. My mama died when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn't know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you... what else you need to know?
- Billie Frechette: They're looking at me because they're not used to having a girl in their restaurant in a $3 dress.
- John Dillinger: Listen, doll. That's 'cause they're all about where people come from. The only thing that's important is where someone's going.
- Billie Frechette: [smiles] Where are you going?
- John Dillinger: Anywhere I want.
- Billie Frechette: Boy, you are in a hurry!
- John Dillinger: If you were looking at what I'm looking at, you'd be in a hurry, too.
- Police Chief Fultz: How long does it take you to run through a bank?
- John Dillinger: About 1 minute... 40 seconds... Flat
- John Dillinger: [nodding at money left by a bank teller in front of his booth] You can put it away. Not here for your money. Here for the bank's money.
- John 'Red' Hamilton: We don't work with people we don't know. And you don't work when you're desperate. Walter Dietrich. Remember that?
- John Dillinger: Walter forgot. When you're desperate, that's when you got no choice.
- John Dillinger: My friends call me John but a son of a bitch screw like you better refer to me as Mr. John Dillinger.
- John Dillinger: The public don't like kidnapping.
- Alvin Karpis: Who gives a damn what the public likes?
- John Dillinger: I do. I hide out among them. We gotta care what they think.
- John Dillinger: I was a wild boy, and, well, I was foolish. I held up a grocery store, which I never should have done 'cause Mr. Morgan was a good man. And they sentenced me to 10 years in the state penitentiary for a $50 theft. When I was in prison, I met a lot of good fellows. So sure, yeah, I helped set up the break at Michigan City. Why not? I stick with my pals and my pals stick with me.
- John Dillinger: [in his jail cell] Well, here's the man who killed Pretty Boy Floyd. Damn good thing he was pretty, 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz Kid Floyd. Tell me something, Mr. Purvis. That fellow, the one who got killed at the Sherone Apartments - the newspaper said you found him alive. It's the eyes, ain't it? They look at you right before they go. And then they just drift away into nothing. That'll keep you up nights.
- Melvin Purvis: And what keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?
- John Dillinger: Coffee. You act like a confident man, Mr. Purvis. You got a few qualities. Probably pretty good from a distance, especially when you got the fellow outnumbered. But up close, toe to toe, when somebody's about to die right here, right now - I'm used to that. What about you?
- Melvin Purvis: Goodbye, Mr. Dillinger...
- John Dillinger: I'll see you down the road.
- Melvin Purvis: [turning back] No, you will not. The only way that you will leave a jail cell is when we take you out to execute you.
- John Dillinger: Well, we'll see about that.
- John Dillinger: Well if it isn't the man who shot Pretty-Boy Floyd. Good thing 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz-Kid Floyd.
- John Dillinger: At the arraignment, they're gonna try and transfer me to the state pen. What can you do for me?
- Louis Piquett: What's on your mind?
- John Dillinger: The electric chair.
- [Dillinger, Pierpont and Makley walk up the stairs into a bank lobby; Makley walks over to one of the guards]
- Charles Makley: How are you today?
- [whips the guard, who falls to the floor]
- Charles Makley: On the floor now! Now! Do it! Do it!
- [Dillinger heads for a marble railing]
- Charles Makley: On the floor! Down! Now!
- [Dillinger leaps over the railing, Thompson in his right hand, and grabs the manager]
- John Dillinger: Let's play a game, Mr. President. It's called Spin the Dial.
- [the alarm goes off as Dillinger marches the bank manager at gunpoint towards the vault and Makley heads for the teller cages]
- Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: [to hostages] Put your hands up and sit down. On the floor.
- John Dillinger: All right pops. Open it up.
- [He watches the manager as a teller forces money into Makley's bag through the teller cage at gunpoint]
- Charles Makley: Empty it. Move! Move!
- [the manager looks for the key on his keychain]
- Grover Weyland: It's one of these.
- [Dillinger takes a second look at the lobby, then whips out a pistol and strikes the manager over the head, knocking him down]
- John Dillinger: You can be a dead hero or a live coward. Get it open.
- [the manager complies]
- Charles Makley: *All of it!*
- [breaks open another teller cage]
- Charles Makley: Empty it - all of it!
- Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: [to someone in the lobby] Sit down!
- Charles Makley: Push it to me.
- [Pierpont climbs up onto the railing and points his Thompson at another hostage]
- Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: Oi, don't move!
- [Cuts to Van Meter outside, hiding a BAR under his overcoat, watching the street. He looks to his left and sees a car pull to a stop in the middle of the nearby intersection; Van Meter quietly slips back into the doorway and taps his rifle against the door]
- Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: We got company!
- [Hamilton, in the getaway car, checks his watch, then pulls forward; one cop runs towards the bank while the others take up position behind their car]
- Angry Cop: [to Van Meter] Move outta there!
- [Makley slides his money bags along the lobby floor over to Pierpont, while Dillinger, finished with loading money from the vault, leads the bank manager towards the exit at gunpoint; he notices a customer's money on the counter]
- John Dillinger: You can put it away. Not here for your money, I'm here for the bank's.
- [Cut to outside, where the cop has just reached the door]
- Angry Cop: I said move it outta here!
- Homer Van Meter: What for?
- [Van Meter whips out his rifle, and jabs it at the cop's chest, then strikes him across the neck, spinning him around. Van Meter locks the cop into a chokehold with his left hand, levels his rifle over the cop's shoulder with his right hand, and opens fire]
- John Dillinger: [pointing his Thompson at a female teller] Come here sister. Take a ride.
- [He, Pierpont and Makley start walking towards the door; outside, Van Meter is spraying up the police car]