Adam Dunne: Harry is an artist without an art.
Mary Bristol: What does that mean?
Adam Dunne: Well, that is something that could make a man very unhappy, Mary, groping for the right level, the means with which to express himself.
Mary Bristol: Yes, he is that. Is not he? I like that, Adam. It is a very nice thought.
Adam Dunne: Yes, but it can be dangerous.
Richard Wanley: The flesh is still strong, but the spirit grows weaker by the hour. You know, even if the spirit of adventure should rise up before me and beckon, even in the form of that alluring young woman in the window next door, I'm afraid that all I'll do is clutch my coat a little tighter, mutter something idiotic and run like the devil.
Dr. Michael Barkstane: Not before you got her number, I hope?
Richard Wanley: Probably.
Sen. Burnett: No mystery about me, just a hick lawyer the voters got stuck with.
Eddie Bartlett: One thing, Lloyd. They tell me your boss is building a case against our old friend, George.
Lloyd Hart: The case is already built, Eddie.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, well, you remember what he said would happen if you ever told what you knew about him?
Lloyd Hart: I remember.
Eddie Bartlett: So does he.
Whit: My feelings? About ten years ago, I hid them somewhere and haven't been able to find them.
Helen: I must warn you, though, liquor makes me nosy. I've been known to ask all sorts of personal questions after four cocktails.
Marty: 'sallright. I've been known to tell people to mind their own business. Cold sober, too.
Johnny Eager: Oh, now don't turn ordinary on me. I get tired of ordinary dames. And I don't want to get tired of you.
Dr. Dan Wharton: How well do you know Ray Biddle?
Edie Johnson: Well enough, why?
Dr. Dan Wharton: You seemed concerned about him.
Edie Johnson: Because I asked how he was? You ask that about a sick alley cat.
Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.
Helen Grayle: Let's dispense with the polite drinking, shall we?
Alec Stiles: What's the use of having a war if you don't learn from it?
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.
Charlie Davis: Get yourself a new boy. I retire.
Roberts: What makes you think you can get away with this?
Charlie Davis: What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.
Verna Jarrett: I'd look good in a mink coat, honey.
Cody Jarrett: You'd look good in a shower curtain.
Tom: What is the Maltese Falcon made of, to make it so special?
Spade: The stuff that dreams are made of.
Professor Charles Rankin: Murder can be a chain, Mary, one link leading to another until it circles your neck. Red was digging at the grave of the man I killed. Yes, your little man.
Mary Longstreet: You killed him?
Professor Charles Rankin: With these hands. The same hands that have held you close to me.
Willi Hilfe: We thought you'd been killed.
Stephen Neale: Not quite.
Tommy Udo: I wouldn't give you the skin off a grape.