Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.
Johnnie Aysgarth: You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you?
Lina McLaidlaw Aysgarth: Weren't you?
Johnnie Aysgarth: Of course not. I was merely reaching around you, trying to fix your hair.
Lina McLaidlaw Aysgarth: What's wrong with my hair?
Johnnie Aysgarth: Well, I'm glad you asked me that. It would've been extremely discourteous for me to bring the subject up.
Alec Stiles: What's the use of having a war if you don't learn from it?
Jeff: Let's go down to the bar. We can cool off while we try to impress each other.
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.
Eve Gill: I appreciate you, father. You and Captain Kidd are my favorite heroes.
Commodore Gill: My child, I am not deceived. If there's one thing I cannot bear, it's insincerity.
Tom: What is the Maltese Falcon made of, to make it so special?
Spade: The stuff that dreams are made of.
Mary Longstreet: Hello, father. Has anybody seen my brand new husband?
Judge Longstreet: Don't tell me he's deserted you already.
Willi Hilfe: We thought you'd been killed.
Stephen Neale: Not quite.
Warden: Did he write this himself?
Sing Sing Guard: Yes, sir.
Warden: Good handwriting.
Sing Sing Guard: He's not a bad guy.
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.
Philip Marlowe: Either book me, or let me go home and go to bed.
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.
Marilyn Gregor: You know that gun is jail bait.
Joseph E. Conroy: Are you in the habit of hauling in cut-up strangers?
Marianna: Yeah. It's a hobby with me.
[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.
Hans Beckert: That is a nice ball you have.
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.
Ellen Graham: Why don't you go to the police?
Philip Raven: I'm my own police.
Adam Dunne: Harry is an artist without an art.
Mary Bristol: What does that mean?
Adam Dunne: Well, that is something that could make a man very unhappy, Mary, groping for the right level, the means with which to express himself.
Mary Bristol: Yes, he is that. Is not he? I like that, Adam. It is a very nice thought.
Adam Dunne: Yes, but it can be dangerous.