Johnny Sing:
There's only one thing worse than one dame -- and that's two.

Ginny Novak:
How would you like your steak cooked?

Hayden Lorry:
Chicken-fried's the only way.

Professor Arthur Ayers:
In a word, we can understand Plato and Kant, better than they understood themselves.

Hayden Lorry:
No other thug in this neck of the woods would carry a point 22 unless it was a question of, what shall I call it, lifestyle?

Godwin Keyes:
Look Hayden, I'm going to say three words to you. Words that have no syntactical connection, just three fortuitous nouns, and I want you to listen: urn, Icarus, martini.

Dick Delieuze:
I'm tired too. Tired of all the possibilities of it all.

Johnny Sing:
Your entire understanding of Hamlet's crap!

Ginny Novak:
You have a nice Aberdeen steak. How do you want it cooked?

Hayden Lorry:
Chicken-fried's the only way.

Hayden Lorry:
So you're just going to plug me, huh? That's not your style, you lily-livered, two-bit soda jerk.

Hayden Lorry:
You're still nothing. Nothing comes from nothing, pal. You're just some cheap, dime-store imitation of Glenn Ford and Jimmy Cagney. The lamentation's wearing off, and your true color's showing, yella!