Out of the Past (1947)

Jeff: Why me?
Whit: Well, I know a lot of smart guys, and a few honest ones. And you're both.

Kathie: I don't want to die.
Jeff: Neither do I, baby, but if I have to, I'm going to die last.

Jeff: How big a chump can you get to be? I was finding out.

Jeff: It was the bottom of the barrel, and I was scraping it.

Jeff: If you'll drop this Junior League patter we may get the conversation down where it belongs.
Meta Carson: You worried about something?
Jeff: I don't know. Should I be?
Meta Carson: Not if you do what you're told.
Jeff: That's why I'm here. I do what I'm told. People trust me. Whit even trusts me twice. Do you?
Meta Carson: Just as far as I have to.

Whit: My feelings? About ten years ago, I hid them somewhere and haven't been able to find them.

Kathie: I'm sorry he didn't die.
Jeff: Give him time.

Jeff: Now, do you wanna talk business, or do you wanna play house...?

Ann: She can't be all bad. No one is.
Jeff: Well, she comes the closest.

Whit: You just sit and stay inside yourself. You wait for me to talk. I like that.
Jeff: I never found out much listening to myself.

Jeff: I didn't know you were so little.
Kathie: I'm taller than Napoleon.
Jeff: You're prettier, too.

Kathie: Oh, Jeff. I've missed you. I've wondered about you and prayed you'd understand. Can you understand?
Jeff: You prayed, Kathie?

Jeff: You know, maybe I was wrong and luck is like love. You have to go all the way to find it.
Ann: You do to keep it.

Whit: Joe couldn't find a prayer in the Bible.

Jeff: Let's go down to the bar. We can cool off while we try to impress each other.

Kathie: Can't you even feel sorry for me?
Jeff: I'm not going to try.
Kathie: Jeff.
Jeff: Just get out, will you? I have to sleep in this room.

Eels: Your uh... cousin is a very charming young lady.
Jeff: No he isn't. His name is Norman, and he's a bookmaker in Cleveland Ohio.

Jeff: I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn't know where she lived. I never followed her. All I ever had to go on was a place and time to see her again. I don't know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.

Jeff: You say to yourself, "How hot can it get?" Then, in Acapulco, you find out.

Jeff: Nothing in the world is any good unless you can share it.