Hammett: I want two things. One, I want my story back, it's not much but its what I do. And two, I want to be left alone.
Crystal Ling: He was good.
Hammett: He was the best - in his heyday.
Hammett: Don't be a simp'; you don't think they're going to let you waltz, do you?... You're going up against one hundred, two hundred, three hundred million dollars. You're going up against the powerhouse, angel - the big steam.
Hammett: I was sure I heard you retired.
Doc Fallon: I heard you stopped drinkin'.
Hammett: I guess we were both wrong.
Doc Fallon: You know what my problem is? I'm a halfway honest man in a nine-tenths dishonest world. What's your problem?
[takes a drink]
Doc Fallon: My advice? Don't hesitate.
Hammett: Would you be dippy enough Angel to spend a little shoe leather?
Kit Conger: Doing what?
Hammett: Looking for Gary Salt.
Kit Conger: Who the hell are you now? Hammett the writer? or Hammett the detective?
Hammett: I think you left out Hammett the fool.