- [first lines]
- Casey Jones: This is the 22nd Precinct. Some people call it "The Jungle Patrol." In this place where rowboat rides lead to safe harbors, the only crime committed should be a stolen kiss. There were no kisses in the park that night - unless you want to count the kiss of death.
- Casey Jones: Six bullets. There were six slugs in him. A cop can make a mistake, but nobody's going to pin a medal on him when it happens.
- Casey Jones: She must have really hated him to empty the gun into him.
- Lt. Tim Doyle: What do you have on your mind?
- Casey Jones: Well, it always sets me to wondering when a woman kills a man.
- Lt. Tim Doyle: That's so different from a man killing a woman?
- Casey Jones: Yeah, I think it is...
- Lt. Tim Doyle: You better go on over to the victim's mother... give her these personal belongings. We have no use for 'em.
- Casey Jones: I wonder what use his mother will have for 'em. Ken Morgan, address... the morgue.
- Susan Connor: I don't know why I'm chattering on like this. I guess if I didn't talk, I'd cry and I don't want to cry. I don't believe tears are a measure of grief.
- Casey Jones: Well, sometimes tears makes grief easier to bear.
- Casey Jones: She'll need somebody when she wakes up. That's a terrible moment that first waking moment when you realize that the one person you lived for is gone.
- Susan Connor: Is that what love does to a woman - degrades her?
- Casey Jones: No, I don't think it degrades her. I think that without someone to love, you're really only half alive.