- Jim Wilson: Why do you make me do it? You know you're gonna talk! I'm gonna make you talk! I always make you punks talk! Why do you do it? Why?
- Mary Malden: Tell me, how is it to be a cop?
- Jim Wilson: You get so you don't trust anybody.
- Mary Malden: [who is blind] You're lucky. You don't have to trust anyone. I do. I have to trust everybody.
- Jim Wilson: [yelling] So I get thrown off the force! What kind of job is this, anyway? Garbage, that's all we handle: garbage!
- Pop Daly: Don't you know? That's the kind of job it is.
- Jim Wilson: You've been doing it for sixteen years; you ought to know. How do you do it? How do you live with yourself?
- Pop Daly: I don't! I live with other people. When I go home I don't take this stuff with me, I leave it outside. But you! The way you carry it around with you, you must like it!
- Capt. Brawley: Make up your mind to be a cop, not a gangster with a badge. I think it's better if you get away from here for a few days until things quiet down. There's a case out of town, up north...
- Jim Wilson: Siberia!
- Woman in Bar: [with much leering, and added tongue lolling on the last statement] Hello Junior. How's about buying me a drink? I'm all dry.
- Jim Wilson: [sternly] How old are you?
- Woman in Bar: [continuing to leer] Old enough.
- Jim Wilson: Serve drinks to juveniles, you get into trouble. How many times do I have to tell you that?
- Bartender: Whatta ya want me to do...? Every dame comes in here, look at her teeth...?
- Walter Brent: Let me tell you somethin' mister, you ain't gonna ask no questions. We've asked 'em all and we know the answers. It was my kid, and it's gonna be my gun that takes care of him when we get him.
- Sheriff Carrey: We're all anxious to get him.
- Walter Brent: I'll get him, don't you worry. An' when I do there won't be any of your city stuff. No trials. No sob sisters. I'm just gonna empty this shotgun into his belly. Anyone who tries to stop me'll get the same thing.
- Jim Wilson: [Knocks on apartment door, and woman opens door] Hello, Myrna.
- Myrna Bowers: I don't know your name; hello.
- Jim Wilson: Somebody told me you were a little girl.
- Myrna Bowers: No! I'm a *big* girl.
- Jim Wilson: Mind a couple visitors?
- Myrna Bowers: I'm not sure. I might.
- Pete Santos: You live alone?
- Myrna Bowers: Yeah, but don't let that scare you.
- Jim Wilson: Do you mind?
- [Barging past her into her apartment]
- Myrna Bowers: No, I don't mind.
- Myrna Bowers: If Bernie finds out, he'll break my neck.
- Jim Wilson: I won't let Bernie break your neck.
- Myrna Bowers: And if I don't... you'll make me talk... . You'll squeeze it out of me with those big, strong arms... .
- [Looking up seductively]
- Myrna Bowers: Won't you?
- Jim Wilson: That's right, sister.