Police Commissioner Hardy: In some ways, he's the most dangerous of them all. A hardened killer. A hooligan. A man without human feeling or human mercy.
Doc Riedenschneider: Let's not stop. Wait till we get out of town, when we can do everything at once. Have a little meal, beer, a cigar. Go in comfort.
Frank Schurz, taxi driver: I can see you're a man who likes his pleasures.
Doc Riedenschneider: Well, Franz, what else is there in life, I ask you?
Dix Handley: Don't bone me.
May Emmerich: Oh, Lon, when I think of all those awful people you come in contact with - downright criminals - I get scared.
Alonzo D. Emmerich: Oh, there's nothing so different about them. After all, crime is only... a left-handed form of human endeavor.
Alonzo D. Emmerich: Shut up.
Bob Brannom: How's that? No one tells me to shut up.
Angela Phinlay: Haven't you bothered me enough, you big banana-head?
Dr. Swanson: Well, he won't get very far, that's for sure. He hasn't got enough blood left in him to keep a chicken alive.
Cobby: Here's to the drink habit. It's the only one I got that don't get me into trouble.
Doc Riedenschneider: One way or another, we all work for our vice.
Police Commissioner Hardy: People are being cheated, robbed, murdered, raped. And that goes on 24 hours a day, every day in the year. And that's not exceptional, that's usual. It's the same in every city in the modern world. But suppose we had no police force, good or bad. Suppose we had... just silence. Nobody to listen, nobody to answer. The battle's finished. The jungle wins. The predatory beasts take over.