Act of Violence

Frank R. Enley:
You don't know what made him the way he is - I do!

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.

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.

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] 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!

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.