Inspector Slimane: When one can't use guns, one must work with brains.
Commissioner Janvier: I prefer guns!
Inspector Slimane: In your case, honest sir, such a preference is unavoidable.
Pepe le Moko: You're beautiful. That's easy to say. I know that other people have told you. But what I'm telling you is different, see? For to me you're more than that.
Gaby: It's late. I must go.
Pepe le Moko: Suppose you don't come tomorrow?
Gaby: Suppose I don't? Can't you ever get away from the Casbah?
Pepe le Moko: Why do you ask?
Gaby: Can't you?
Pepe le Moko: No. I'm caught here, like a bear in a hole. Dogs barking, hunters all around, no way out of it. Do you like that? Maybe it's lucky for you.
Gaby: I don't like it. And it's not lucky.
Pepe le Moko: You're right. If you don't come back, I might do anything. I might go down to your hotel to get you.
Gaby: Tomorrow, Pepe.
Pepe le Moko: Tomorrow?
Gaby: I never break a promise.
Gaby: If I can't see Paris when I open my eyes in the morning, I want to go right back to sleep.
Pepe le Moko: What did you do before?
Gaby: Before what?
Pepe le Moko: Before... the jewels.
Gaby: I wanted them.
Inspector Slimane: I'm sorry, Pepe. He thought you were going to escape.
Pepe le Moko: And so I have, my friend.