Morrow: Oh, what a magnificent deflation of smug-glers. Pal, you've added ten years to me life. A poet with a straight left and a right hook. Delicious. Delicious! You're my guest from now on - forever and a day - even unto eternity.
Fanny Brice: If I can give Belasco four dollars for silk stockings made of cotton, I can give Ziegfeld a little more for a mink coat made of skunk.
Sweeney Todd: May I polish you off sir?
A factory worker: Where do you live?
A gamin: No place - anywhere.
Mary Blake: I'm going to stay.
Father Mullin: That's right. You're in probably the wickedest, most corrupt city, most Godless city in America. Sometimes it frightens me. I wonder what the end's going to be. But nothing can harm you if you don't allow it to because nothing in the world, no-one in the world, is all bad.