Broadway to Cheyenne

B.H. 'Butch' Owens:
That's bad publicity for my business!

New York City Dist. Atty. Brent:
You've been reading the funny papers again, Owens.

B.H. 'Butch' Owens:
Look here, Brent, you can't get away with this! You can't put me...

New York City Dist. Atty. Brent:
I can't... but I will. You and every rat that hasn't found a hole to crawl into when that deadline is up.

B.H. 'Butch' Owens:
I've heard that before - just around election time.

New York City Dist. Atty. Brent:
Yes, but get this, Owens - you're a candidate right now for that "hot seat" at The Big House. And if you're in town by this time tomorrow, you're as good as elected.

Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare:
OK, Chief, if you think the department can get along without me.

New York City Dist. Atty. Brent:
Oh-ho, the department will probably go to pieces.

Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare:
Yeah, that's what I was afraid of!

New York City Dist. Atty. Brent:
Oh, if it does, I'll save you a piece.

Walrus:
Now you fellas reach for a cloud and hang on to it.

Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare:
The Owens mob just left here - they got my dad.

Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare:
You men follow the road... we're going to take the short cut and head 'em off at the rocks!

Jimmy 'Breezy' Kildare:
Still yellow, Butch. You couldn't take it.