Robert Ryan credited as playing...
Jim Wilson
- Mary Malden: Tell me, how is it to be a cop?
- Jim Wilson: You get so you don't trust anybody.
- Mary Malden: [who is blind] You're lucky. You don't have to trust anyone. I do. I have to trust everybody.
- Jim Wilson: Why do you make me do it? You know you're gonna talk! I'm gonna make you talk! I always make you punks talk! Why do you do it? Why?
- Capt. Brawley: Make up your mind to be a cop, not a gangster with a badge. I think it's better if you get away from here for a few days until things quiet down. There's a case out of town, up north...
- Jim Wilson: Siberia!
- Jim Wilson: [yelling] So I get thrown off the force! What kind of job is this, anyway? Garbage, that's all we handle: garbage!
- Pop Daly: Don't you know? That's the kind of job it is.
- Jim Wilson: You've been doing it for sixteen years; you ought to know. How do you do it? How do you live with yourself?
- Pop Daly: I don't! I live with other people. When I go home I don't take this stuff with me, I leave it outside. But you! The way you carry it around with you, you must like it!
- Woman in Bar: [with much leering, and added tongue lolling on the last statement] Hello Junior. How's about buying me a drink? I'm all dry.
- Jim Wilson: [sternly] How old are you?
- Woman in Bar: [continuing to leer] Old enough.
- Jim Wilson: Serve drinks to juveniles, you get into trouble. How many times do I have to tell you that?
- Bartender: Whatta ya want me to do...? Every dame comes in here, look at her teeth...?
- Jim Wilson: [Knocks on apartment door, and woman opens door] Hello, Myrna.
- Myrna Bowers: I don't know your name; hello.
- Jim Wilson: Somebody told me you were a little girl.
- Myrna Bowers: No! I'm a *big* girl.
- Jim Wilson: Mind a couple visitors?
- Myrna Bowers: I'm not sure. I might.
- Pete Santos: You live alone?
- Myrna Bowers: Yeah, but don't let that scare you.
- Jim Wilson: Do you mind?
- [Barging past her into her apartment]
- Myrna Bowers: No, I don't mind.
- Myrna Bowers: If Bernie finds out, he'll break my neck.
- Jim Wilson: I won't let Bernie break your neck.
- Myrna Bowers: And if I don't... you'll make me talk... . You'll squeeze it out of me with those big, strong arms... .
- [Looking up seductively]
- Myrna Bowers: Won't you?
- Jim Wilson: That's right, sister.