They Made Me a Criminal

Speed:
She took eight gallons. That's a dollar twenty-eight.

Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney:
If you're rootin' for me, I'll go in there and bang the ears off the biggest guy in the world.

J. Douglas Williamson:
You think you're smart, don't you?

Spit:
They call us "the Six Geniuses."

Ringside Radio Fight Announcer:
A right to the jaw. A left to the face. Boy, is he a killer. Is he murderous. The Bull lands a terrific right to Smith's jaw, and Smith is down! It'll be best for Smith if he stays down, because this is downright murder. Smith's face is red pulp; red, red pulp. 8, 9, 10! And Smith's out. Phew! And I'm glad that's over.