First Train Conductor: Man, they look woebegone and far away.
John J. Macreedy: Oh, I'll only be here twenty-four hours.
First Train Conductor: In a place like this, it could be a lifetime.
Doc T.R. Velie Jr.: Why did you come here, Mr. Macreedy?
John J. Macreedy: Did Komoko have any other family besides his son Joe?
Doc T.R. Velie Jr.: Son? Nobody around here ever knew he had a son.
John J. Macreedy: Yes, he had a son. He's dead too. He's buried in Italy... Why, this Komoko boy died trying to save my life. They gave him a medal. I came here to give it to his old man. I figured the least I could do was give him one day out of my life.
Doc T.R. Velie Jr.: They're gonna kill you with no hard feelings.
John J. Macreedy: And you're gonna sit there and let 'em do it.
Doc T.R. Velie Jr.: I try to live right. I drink my milk every day. But mostly, I try to mind my own business - which is something I'd advise you to do.
John J. Macreedy: Your friend's a very... argumentative fellow.
Reno Smith: Sort of unpredictable, too. Got a temper like a rattlesnake.
Coley Trimble: That's me all over. I'm half horse, half alligator - you mess with me and I'll kick a lung outta' ya! What d'ya think of that?
John J. Macreedy: No comment.
Coley Trimble: You know, talkin' to you is like pullin' teeth. You wear me out.
Sam, Cafe Proprietor: Maybe he's a cop or somethin'.
Doc T.R. Velie Jr.: Ever see a cop with a stiff arm?
Sam, Cafe Proprietor: Maybe his arm's all right. Maybe he's just hangin' onto something tight in his pocket.
Doc T.R. Velie Jr.: Like what? A pistol? A stick of TNT so he can blow up the whole mangy, miserable town?