The Asphalt Jungle (1950)
Doc Riedenschneider: One way or another, we all work for our vice.
Angela Phinlay: Haven't you bothered me enough, you big banana-head?
Police Commissioner Hardy: People are being cheated, robbed, murdered, raped. And that goes on 24 hours a day, every day in the year. And that's not exceptional, that's usual. It's the same in every city in the modern world. But suppose we had no police force, good or bad. Suppose we had... just silence. Nobody to listen, nobody to answer. The battle's finished. The jungle wins. The predatory beasts take over.
Dix Handley: Why don't you quit cryin' and get me some bourbon?
Doc Riedenschneider: Let's not stop. Wait till we get out of town, when we can do everything at once. Have a little meal, beer, a cigar. Go in comfort.
Frank Schurz, taxi driver: I can see you're a man who likes his pleasures.
Doc Riedenschneider: Well, Franz, what else is there in life, I ask you?
Doc Riedenschneider: That copper, he recognized me.
Cobby: How'd you know he was a copper?
Doc Riedenschneider: I can smell one a block off.
Cobby: Oh, don't worry about Ditrich. He's on my payroll. Practically a partner. Me and him, we're like that.
[Cobby holds up his index and middle finger]
Doc Riedenschneider: Experience has taught me never to trust a policeman. Just when you think one's all right, he turns legit.
May Emmerich: Oh Lon, when I think of all those awful people you come in contact with - downright criminals - I get scared.
Alonzo D. Emmerich: Oh, there's nothing so different about them. After all, crime is only... a left-handed form of human endeavor.
Dr. Swanson: Well he won't get very far, that's for sure. He hasn't got enough blood left in him to keep a chicken alive.
Cobby: Here's to the drink habit. It's the only one I got that don't get me into trouble.
Frank Schurz, taxi driver: For $50, I'd drive you to the North Pole.
Police Commissioner Hardy: In some ways, he's the most dangerous of them all. A hardened killer. A hooligan. A man without human feeling or human mercy.
Police Commissioner Hardy: I am here to arrest you Emmerich.
Alonzo D. Emmerich: May I ask what for?
Police Commissioner Hardy: Complicty... in robbery and in murder
Alonzo D. Emmerich: If I were you Hardy, I'd think up a few more charges. You might be able to make one of them stand up if you get an imbecile jury... and the right judge.
Angela Phinlay: What's the big idea standing there staring at me, Uncle Lon?
Alonzo D. Emmerich: Don't call me "Uncle Lon."
Angela Phinlay: I thought you liked it.
Alonzo D. Emmerich: Maybe I did... I don't any more.
Angela Phinlay: I had the market send over some salt mackerel for you. I know how you love it for breakfast.
Alonzo D. Emmerich: [Looks at her approvingly] Some sweet kid.