Detour

Al Roberts:
When this drunk gave me a ten spot, I couldn't get very excited. What was it? A piece of paper crawling with germs.

Al Roberts:
That's life. Whichever way you turn, Fate sticks out a foot to trip you.

Al Roberts:
Yes. Fate, or some mysterious force, can put the finger on you or me for no good reason at all.

Charles Haskell Jr.:
I was tussling with the most dangerous in the world, a woman.

Vera:
Say who do you think you're talking to a hick? Listen Mister, I been around and I know a wrong guy when I see one. What'd you do, kiss him with a wrench?

Al Roberts:
He was a piece of cheese, the big blowhard.

Al Roberts:
He got his for being greedy. He wasn't satisfied, so the final windup was he took the count. A couple of day ago you didn't have a dime. Why you were so broke, you couldn't pay cash for a postage stamp.

Vera:
You're no gentleman, see?

Al Roberts:
Money. You know what that is, the stuff you never have enough of. Little green things with George Washington's picture that men slave for, commit crimes for, die for. It's the stuff that has caused more trouble in the world than anything else we ever invented, simply because there's too little of it.

Al Roberts:
Ever done any hitchhiking? It's not much fun, believe me. Oh yeah, I know all about how it's an education, and how you get to meet a lot of people, and all that. But me, from now on I'll take my education in college, or in PS-62, or I'll send $1.98 in stamps for ten easy lessons.

Vera:
If you act wise, well, mister, you'll pop into jail so fast it'll give you the bends!

Vera:
I'd hate to see a fellow as young as you wind up sniffin' that perfume Arizona hands out free to murderers!

Vera:
Do I rate a whistle?

Vera:
Stop makin' noises like a husband.