Lt. Ted Wilks: It was bad judgment to bother a cop's widow about the love life of her husband.
Dave Bannion: Good or bad, it was my judgment.
Lt. Ted Wilks: You're missing the point. I'm the one that gets the pressure calls from upstairs. I'm the one that has to explain. You don't keep an office like this very long stepping on a lot of corns.
Dave Bannion: You want me to go upstairs and explain?
Lt. Ted Wilks: Not you. You're a corn stepper by instinct.
Charlie Davis: Get yourself a new boy. I retire.
Roberts: What makes you think you can get away with this?
Charlie Davis: What are you gonna do? Kill me? Everybody dies.
Marilyn Gregor: You know that gun is jail bait.
Tom: What is the Maltese Falcon made of, to make it so special?
Spade: The stuff that dreams are made of.
[Fran Davis accidentally collides with a stranger on foot at the airport.]
Fran Davis: Sorry! We almost locked bumpers!
Stranger: [Leering at Fran's hourglass figure] If there's any damage to the chassis, I'll be glad to pay for repairs.
Fran Davis: Buster, you couldn't even pay for the headlights.
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.
Gilda: If you're worried about Johnny Farrell, don't be. I hate him.
Ballin Mundson: And he hates you. That's very apparent. But hate can be a very exciting emotion. Very exciting. Haven't you noticed that?
Gilda: You make it s.
Ballin Mundson: There is a heat in it, that one can feel. Didn't you feel it tonight?
Gilda: No.
Ballin Mundson: I did. It warmed me. Hate is the only thing that has ever warmed me.
Cahill: Mr. Ballentine, you're the defendant in this case, are you not?
Larry Ballentine: I am.
Cahill: Charged with the brutal murder of Verna Carlson.
Larry Ballentine: That's right.
Cahill: Are you willing to describe for the jury - to describe truthfully - the events which led to the placement of that charge?
Larry Ballentine: I certainly am.
Cahill: To the jury, please.
Alice Reed: Well, there are two general reactions. One is a kind of solemn stare for the painting.
Richard Wanley: And the other?
Alice Reed: The other is a long, low whistle.
Richard Wanley: What was mine?
Alice Reed: I'm not sure. But I suspect that in another moment or two you might have given a long, low, solemn whistle.
Willi Hilfe: We thought you'd been killed.
Stephen Neale: Not quite.
Alicia: Here's something that belongs to you. I should have given it to you sooner.
Devlin: What is it?
Alicia: A scarf you lent me once in Miami.
Artie - Shooting Gallery Attendant: Hey gov', sir, try your luck on Mussolini, Hiro Hito, or Hitler. Hit 'em where their hearts ought to be and listen to the 'ollow sound.
Opening voice-over: Night and the city. The night is tonight, tomorrow night... or any night. The city is London.
Cora Smith: It's too bad Nick took the car.
Frank Chambers: Even if it was here we couldn't take it, unless we'd want to spend the night in jail. Stealing a man's wife, that's nothing, but stealing a man's car, that's larceny.
Panama Smith: I think you're a pretty decent guy. I like to talk to decent guys. They're hard to find.
Joseph E. Conroy: Are you in the habit of hauling in cut-up strangers?
Marianna: Yeah. It's a hobby with me.
Jerry: And this time I'm going right to the top to get you out. Herbert, are you listening?
Michael 'Reader' Curtin: Sure, Jerry, sure.
Jerry: But if that fails, you'll just have to serve the rest of your term.
Michael 'Reader' Curtin: Jerry, you couldn't get me out of here if I was pardoned.
Hans Beckert: That is a nice ball you have.
Johnny Eager: Oh, now don't turn ordinary on me. I get tired of ordinary dames. And I don't want to get tired of you.
Ellen Graham: Why don't you go to the police?
Philip Raven: I'm my own police.