Slim: A guy don't need no sense to be a nice fella.
Whit: It ain't a guy's dog that matters, it's the way a guy feels about his dog.
Mae: Well, aren't you gonna take me to the movies? Like you promised?
Curley: I seen it the other night with some of the boys.
George Milton: It ain't your fault, but look, if a fella steps on a round pebble and he falls down, breaks his neck, it ain't the pebble's fault, but the guy wouldn't a done it if the pebble hadn't been there.
George Milton: It's lonesome for a guy to be without a dog.
Candy: George?
George Milton: Yeah?
Candy: I shouldn't a oughta let no stranger shoot my dog. I shoulda shot my dog myself, George.
George Milton: You had a cigarette and a drink and a look at a pretty dress, and it cost you fifteen bucks! You just shot a week's pay to walk on that red carpet.
Candy: A week's pay? Sure, but I worked weeks all my life. I don't remember none of them weeks, but this - nearly twenty years ago - I remember that.
Slim: I wish somebody'd shoot me when I get old.
