Knock on Any Door

Nick Romano:
Live fast, die young, leave a good-looking corpse.

Andrew Morton:
Until we do away with the type of neighborhood that produced this boy, ten will spring up to take his place, a hundred, a thousand. Until we wipe out the slums and rebuild them, knock on any door and you may find Nick Romano.

Dist. Atty. Kerman:
Was there a floor show that night at the bar?

Butch:
There was a dame-a lady.

Dist. Atty. Kerman:
Was the lady a blonde or brunette?

Butch:
You think I was looking at her hair?

Sunshine:
How can a guy be happy and broke at the same time?

Andrew Morton:
There have been very few miracles since the 13th century.

Susan Perry:
Oh, if I were as cynical as you, I'd hang myself.

Andrew Morton:
I'd be too cynical to trust the rope.

Andrew Morton:
In every man's life, there are pinpoints of time that govern his destiny.

Andrew Morton:
Oh, sure, sure. I know—there must be some mistake. And poor Nick is innocent, and what a heel I am to be sitting here playing chess when he needs me. Well, you're wrong, honey. If he's innocent, this is the first time.

Andrew Morton:
I can still teach you a few, kid. You're just a tin-horn thug, and you always will be. You haven't got the guts to be anything else!

Nick Romano:
You wanna do something for me? Remember me in your prayers.