Knock on Any Door

Nick Romano:
Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.

Andrew Morton:
Until we do away with the type of neighborhood that produced this boy, ten will spring up to take his place, a hundred, a thousand. Until we wipe out the slums and rebuild them, knock on any door and you may find Nick Romano.

Dist. Atty. Kerman:
Was there a floor show that night at the bar?

Butch:
There was a dame-a lady.

Dist. Atty. Kerman:
Was the lady a blonde or brunette?

Butch:
You think I was looking at her hair?

Sunshine:
How can a guy be happy and broke at the same time?