- Joe Parkson: Sure, I was in the hospital, but I didn't go crazy. I kept myself sane. You know how? I kept saying to myself: Joe, you're the only one alive that knows what he did. You're the one that's got to find him, Joe. I kept remembering. I kept thinking back to that prison camp. One of them lasted to the morning. By then, you couldn't tell his voice belonged to a man. He sounded like a dog that got hit by a truck and left him in the street.
- Joe Parkson: Just so there won't be no misunderstanding, tell him I'll be back!
- Edith Enley: If you are, the police will be here to meet you.
- Joe Parkson: You'd better check with your husband. I don't think he'd like that.
- Gavery: [Persuading Frank that Joe Parkson needs to be eliminated] You're the same man you were in Germany. You did it once, and you'll do it again. What do you care about one more man? You sent ten along already. Sure, you're sorry they're dead. That's the respectable way to feel. Get rid of this guy and feel sorry later. He dies... or you die. It's him... or you.
- Johnny: [giving Enley a drink] Put hair on your chest!
- Frank R. Enley: [he sighs and looks confused and disoriented] Who are you?
- Johnny: Me? I'm a businessman. You and me are gonna do a little business. You got dough, friend?
- [looking at Pat]
- Johnny: That's why they hang around - on the chisel. But not me. I'm gonna earn it!
- Frank R. Enley: [desperately looking for Johnny] Where do I find him? Where does he live?
- Pat: I don't know. Nobody knows!
- Frank R. Enley: Well, there must be some way I can find...
- Pat: Guys like him don't tell where they live!
- Edith Enley: Suppose there is a grain of truth to it. Suppose you did have some kind of trouble with him. I can understand how something like that could happen in a prison camp.
- Frank R. Enley: No. You don't know what happened.
- Edith Enley: What was it Frank? Whatever you did you must have had reasons.
- Frank R. Enley: You can always find reasons. Even the Nazis had reasons.
- Ann: Are you the law? What makes you think you're so much better than he is? Whatever he done, he's tried to make up for it. He's lived a decent, useful life ever since. But, what have you done? What are you gonna prove anyway - with your vengeance, your violence? You aren't gonna bring those men back. You're just gonna smash a few more lives.
- Pat: Tell him, sugar. Be smart. He's a lawyer, no kiddin'. They've got all kinds of laws. They've got laws to help people, too.
- Edith Enley: Oh, I know you went through some bad times in the war. I know somethings must have happened that hurt you. I never asked. But, I am asking now, Frank. I want to know.
- Edith Enley: Frank, I still don't understand, why...
- Frank R. Enley: Edith, a lot of things happened in the war that you wouldn't understand. Why should you? I don't understand them myself.
- Pat: Cheer up, Frankie. So, you got troubles. There's plenty else to think about. Laughs. Kicks. So you're unhappy. Relax. No law says you got to be happy. Look at me. I'm not happy. I get my kicks. Gee, how could anybody stand it if they didn't get their kicks?
- Frank R. Enley: I didn't want to tell you. I didn't want you to know it. Why should you carry it too?
- Pat: What are you doin' down here, handsome? Lookin' for some kicks? No place to go?
- Frank R. Enley: No.
- Pat: Hey, you really need that drink. Well, I got influence. Want me to use it?
- [to the bartender]
- Pat: Come on, Tim, give us one for the road. A quickie. Just one.
- Pat: What is it? Love trouble or money trouble? Listen, Frankie, I've seen 'em all. I've seen all the troubles in the world and they boil down to just those two. You're broke or you're lonely. Or, both.
- Pat: What have you got to worry about? Listen, Frankie, boy, if you've got money, nothing could be too bad. Well, you can fix anything. Get out of town if you have to. Go some place else. Start all over again. You're free. Money!
- Edith Enley: Frank he had a gun. He wanted to kill you! You've got to think of yourself. Frank, we've got to do something!
- Frank R. Enley: There's nothing to do.
- Edith Enley: Frank? A man's trying to murder you. Of course, there's something you can do. And if you won't do it, I will!
- Frank R. Enley: No. There's nothing you can do. There's nothing anybody can do.
- Edith Enley: What did you mean when you said he'd make a scene? Did you mean he might be - violent?
- Frank R. Enley: He might be.
- Ann: Do you think you can kill a man in cold blood and just forget it? Don't you know what that means? You'll have to live with hate day and night, for the rest of your life. And look what it's done to you already.
- Edith Enley: I've thought a lot about a lot of things, since I saw you. Ever since I first knew you, Frank, and up until yesterday, I thought you were the finest, most wonderful man in the whole world. Just that. Now, I know that you're just like everybody else. You have faults and weaknesses. If I hadn't been so young and silly I would have known it all along. It wouldn't have been such a shock to find it out now. But that doesn't mean that I don't love you.
- Pat: Hurry up. I want to get out of here. Out of town. St. Jo maybe. Six years I been here. In this hole. But, it wasn't so bad. I got my kicks. I got along. Now what?