On Dangerous Ground

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:
[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!

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?

Myrna Bowers:
I like to stink myself up.

Woman in bar:
Hello Junior. [with much leering] How's about buying me a drink? [With continued leering, and now, tongue lolling] 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...?

Mary Malden:
The city can be lonely too. Sometimes people who are never alone are the loneliest.

Pop Daly:
To get anything out of this life you've got to put something in it - from the heart.