
Abel Marsh: It's true what they say about Dobermans. I guess that's why they say it.

Tang Lung: Let him know. If I ever see him here again... he won't leave alive.

Paul: It's me again.
Jeanne: It's over.
Paul: That's right. It's over and then it begins again.
Jeanne: What begins again? I don't understand anything anymore.
Paul: There's nothing to understand. We left the apartment, and now we begin and love all the rest of it.
Jeanne: The rest of it?
Paul: Yeah, listen. I'm 45. I'm a widower. I own a little hotel. It's kind of a dump, but not completely a flop house. Then I used to live on my luck and I got married, and my wife killed herself.

Someone in crowd: Who are you?
Judge Roy Bean: Justice, you sons of bitches.

Lenny Cantrow: They should have said that to us at the door... they should have warned us that there was a danger of running out of pecan pie.