Homer Van Meter: Goddamit! Things ain't workin' out for me today!
John Dillinger: What chased you out of Cookson Hills, Floyd?
Pretty Boy Floyd: Well, the Feds were getting to my folks, and it's hard on them. And then damn Bonnie and Clyde ran through there. Weren't safe for no one. Bunch of mad dogs, that's what they were, and I ain't sorry to see them go.
John Dillinger: No; small timers get into it, and ruin it for everyone.
[Pretty Boy Floyd has been hiding with a farm family when he sees the FBI pull up]
Farm woman: Do you need a Bible?
Pretty Boy Floyd: [shakes his head ruefully] I admit, I have sinned; I have been a sinner, but I enjoyed it. I have killed men, but the dirty sons-of-bitches deserved it. The way I figure it, it's too late for no Bible. Thanks just the same, Ma'am.
[leaves through the window]
Baby Face Nelson: One thing. If we're going to work together, I want it understood I don't take no orders.
Pretty Boy Floyd: I believe this is Mr. Dillinger's gang.
Baby Face Nelson: Bah! He ain't my leader, I've got my own way of taking banks. I come in shooting, I kill everyone inside and I grab the dough. Very easy, it works very well. You don't like it, you get someone else.
Baby Face Nelson: If he screams like that again, the hunters downstairs are going to call the cops.
John Dillinger: What do you expect me to do about it?
Baby Face Nelson: Finish him! I wouldn't ask no different!
Billie Frechette: Oh God, you can't do that!
Pretty Boy Floyd: Leave the boy be! He deserves a chance. A man deserves a chance.
Samuel Cowley: Can't touch Dillinger, no federal offense; he doesn't deserve to be there. I don't want anyone up there I can't legally shoot!
Melvin Purvis: Shoot Dillinger and we'll figure out a way to make it legal.
John Dillinger: I rob banks for a living, what do you do?
John Dillinger: All my life I wanted to be a bank robber. Carry a gun and wear a mask. Now that it's happened I guess I'm just about the best bank robber they ever had. And I sure am happy.
John Dillinger: My buddies wanted to be firemen, farmers or policemen, something like that. Not me, I just wanted to steal people's money!
John Dillinger: Now nobody get nervous, you ain't got nothing to fear. You're being robbed by the John Dillinger Gang, that's the best there is! These few dollars you lose here today are going to buy you stories to tell your children and great-grandchildren. This could be one of the big moments in your life; don't make it your last!
Billie Frechette: I don't want to be there when they get you. Promise me that I won't have to be there when they get you.
John Dillinger: They're not going to get me.
Billie Frechette: I just don't want to see it. I just don't want to see it John.
John Dillinger: They won't ever get me. I may not live forever, but I'd be a damn fool not to try!
Billie Frechette: Well, what did he sound like?
John Dillinger: Who?
Billie Frechette: Melvin Purvis.
John Dillinger: Don't you ever say that name again!
John Dillinger: You have a nice smile, too, miss. I'd like to withdraw my entire account
Bank Teller: Your entire account?
John Dillinger: That's right... the whole thing
Bank Teller: And your name?
John Dillinger: John. John Dillinger.
[pulls a pistol]
John Dillinger: [before a bank robbery] OK, boys; let's go make a withdrawal.
Melvin Purvis: [about "Handsome Jack" Klutas] I knew I'd never take him alive... I didn't try too hard, neither.
[Pretty Boy Floyd has been shot trying to escape the FBI]
Melvin Purvis: Are you Pretty Boy Floyd?
Pretty Boy Floyd: [gasping in pain] I'm. Charles. Arthur. Floyd
Melvin Purvis: This is for Kansas City, boy.
Pretty Boy Floyd: [in more pain] I wasn't in on that... I swear.
Melvin Purvis: You shouldn't be lying when you're so close to your maker.
Pretty Boy Floyd: [fading rapidly] You must be Purvis.
Melvin Purvis: That's right.
Pretty Boy Floyd: I'm. Glad. It. Was. You.
John Dillinger: What would you do if you could do anything in the world?
Billie Frechette: I don't know; maybe go dancing with you again.
John Dillinger: All right; if that's what you want, we'll go into Chicago tonight, have dinner and go dancing.
Billie Frechette: [laughing] Johnnie; you can't go into Chicago!
John Dillinger: Why not? I can go there to rob banks; I can go there to go dancing with my girl.
Melvin Purvis: On June 17,1933, five of my finest men were ambushed escorting convicted bank robber Frank Nash to the Federal penitentiary. My men died like dogs in the gutter, and I swore personal vengeance. Mister Hoover told me he wanted these rats that did it exterminated, and that was my only job. Charles Arthur "Pretty Boy" Floyd. George "Machine Gun" Kelly". Lester "Baby Face" Nelson. Wilbur Underhill, "The Tri-state Terror". "Handsome Jack" Klutas. And, of course John Dillinger.
Baby Face Nelson: Will you shut him up!
Homer Van Meter: You better shut up yourself, ya little rat or I'll blow the back of yer goddamned head off.
Lodge guest: I didn't know nothin' about it. I thought they's all millionaires.
John Dillinger: You really don't know who I am, do you?
Billie Frechette: Look,pal... you can be whoever you want. As far as I'm concerned, you're Douglas Fairbanks.
John Dillinger: Who?
Billie Frechette: Douglas Fairbanks
John Dillinger: *Wrong*! I'm John Dillinger.
John Dillinger: Now get over there behind that wheel before I kill ya.
J. Edgar Hoover: [post-end credits] Dillinger was a rat that the country may consider itself fortunate to be rid of. And I don't sanction any Hollywood glamorization of these vermin. This type of romantic mendacity can only lead young people further astray than they are already. And I want no part of it.
Melvin Purvis: [about his Monte Cristos] Do you know who gave me these cigars, Sam?
Samuel Cowley: No.
Melvin Purvis: Ray Caffrey gave them to me right before he got his head blown off in Kansas City. They were for my birthday. And I intend to smoke one of these over each of those men's dead bodies.
Pearl: You kinda look like Dillinger, Mr. Long. Did anybody ever tell you that?
John Dillinger: Oh, no. Do you mean John Dillinger, the criminal?
Pearl: Uh huh.
John Dillinger: Oh, some folks think I look like Douglas Fairbanks.
Pearl: [laughs] I like Dillinger better.
Homer Van Meter: He does look like him. I told him that a thousand times.
Big Jim Wollard: Take the combination of them fellers standing over there, and them shiny cars, and them fancy-lookin' girls, means they's all criminals.
Sheriff's Deputy: Why do you say that?
Big Jim Wollard: Decent folk don't live that good.
Big Jim Wollard: [captures Dillinger] I'm Big Jim Wollard. I've killed thirty-five men in my day, and I wouldn't mind if you were number thirty-six. So let's go, sonny.
John Dillinger: [Dillinger phones Purvis after escaping from prison] I always felt that, uh, well, I always felt that we oughtta talk occasionally.
Melvin Purvis: Good, good, I like to hear from you.
John Dillinger: I understand that, uh, I understand that you been, uh, that you got me on driving a stolen car across state lines. Is that right? Federal offense, that's what the papers said.
Melvin Purvis: That's right, kid. Not much for a man of your ability.
John Dillinger: [growing angry] How'd you like the crash out!
Melvin Purvis: Liked it fine, Johnny.
John Dillinger: Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?!
Melvin Purvis: I've always wanted it that way. It gives me a chance . . .
John Dillinger: How many men you got on me now, Melvin?!
Melvin Purvis: Two, Johnny. Two good ones.
John Dillinger: You and J. Edgar Hoover, huh?
Melvin Purvis: That's right, kid.
John Dillinger: Well that's fine, that's fine, Melvin. I like a man with confidence.
Melvin Purvis: Call whenever you like.
John Dillinger: Sure been nice talkin' to you.
Melvin Purvis: You can reverse the charges if you need, kid.
John Dillinger: [hangs up the phone and yells into the receiver] Bye! Son of a bitch.
Reed Youngblood: I'm already a murderer, I might as well be famous!