Jones:
I don't think I'm gonna run anymore. I have a feeling maybe that this is where I've been running to.

Jones:
Give me about fifty cents worth of wet.

Jones:
Headin' somewhere special?

Maggie:
Falling in love is like being hit with a bullet. You don't know it's happened until you're dead.

Maggie:
Love is the only form of death you can recover from.

Jones:
Pretty expensive place.

Maggie:
Everything is expensive here - except life.

Don Diego:
There's one thing that always amazes me about you. You are the madam of a bordello house, yet you speak like the Mother Superior of a convent. But why not! All your men confess to you.