Artie - Shooting Gallery Attendant: Hey gov', sir, try your luck on Mussolini, Hiro Hito, or Hitler. Hit 'em where their hearts ought to be and listen to the 'ollow sound.
Charlotte Inwood: He was an abominable man. Why do women marry abominable men?
Joseph E. Conroy: Are you in the habit of hauling in cut-up strangers?
Marianna: Yeah. It's a hobby with me.
Cora Smith: It's my wedding present to him, but the way he wears it, you'd think it was a noose around his neck.
Lt. Ted Wilks: It was bad judgment to bother a cop's widow about the love life of her husband.
Dave Bannion: Good or bad, it was my judgment.
Lt. Ted Wilks: You're missing the point. I'm the one that gets the pressure calls from upstairs. I'm the one that has to explain. You don't keep an office like this very long stepping on a lot of corns.
Dave Bannion: You want me to go upstairs and explain?
Lt. Ted Wilks: Not you. You're a corn stepper by instinct.
Alicia: Dev, is that you? I'm glad you're late. This chicken took longer than I expected. I hope it isn't done too much. It caught fire once.
Marilyn Gregor: You know that gun is jail bait.
Inspector Karl Lohmann: In the name of the law.
[Fran Davis accidentally collides with a stranger on foot at the airport.]
Fran Davis: Sorry! We almost locked bumpers!
Stranger: [Leering at Fran's hourglass figure] If there's any damage to the chassis, I'll be glad to pay for repairs.
Fran Davis: Buster, you couldn't even pay for the headlights.