Maynard Boyle: You need a rest, Harold. A long trip to someplace quiet. Another name, another country.
Harold Young: I can't start my life over again now.
Maynard Boyle: You don't have much choice, Harold. They're gonna try to make you tell where the money is. You know what kind of people they are. They're gonna strip you naked and go to work on you with a pair of pliers and a blowtorch.
Charley Varrick: I like your bed. You may find this hard to believe but I've never slept on a round bed.
Sybil Fort: Is that so?
Charley Varrick: What's the best way? North, south, east, or west?
Sybil Fort: That depends on what you had in mind.
Charley Varrick: What I had in mind was boxing the compass.
Maynard Boyle: Why am I being denied access to my own premises?
Mr. Garfinkle: Well, it's a matter of priority. You see, first and foremost, this is a murder investigation.
Maynard Boyle: Well, my business is purely financial.
Mr. Garfinkle: Well, you're very lucky so far, Mr. Boyle. All we have found missing is about thirteen hundred dollars.
Maynard Boyle: Well, if you're a nice fella, nice things happen to you.
Maynard Boyle: You know something, Harold? I never thought I'd be willing to change places with a cow.
Harold Young: A cow?
Maynard Boyle: Those things out there. They are cows, aren't they?
Harold Young: I don't understand the thrust of your comment.
Maynard Boyle: Take a look at them out there. I mean, they got it knocked. What's the worst thing in the world that could possibly happen to them? A short circuit in the electric milker. Compared to what I'm facing, that's child's play.