Touch of Evil

Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
This could be very bad for us.

Susan:
For us?

Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
For Mexico, I mean.

Quinlan:
Come on, read my future for me.

Tanya:
You haven't got any.

Quinlan:
What do you mean?

Tanya:
Your future is all used up.

Vargas:
This isn't the real Mexico. You know that. All border towns bring out the worst in a country. I can just imagine your mother's face if she could see our honeymoon hotel.

Vargas:
Captain, you won't have any trouble with me.

Quinlan:
You bet your sweet life I won't.

Vargas:
How could you arrest me here? This is my country.

Quinlan:
This is where you're gonna die.

Vargas:
Listen, I'm no cop now. I'm a husband! What did you do with her? Where's my wife?

Pete Menzies:
You're a killer.

Hank Quinlan:
Partly. I'm a cop.

Pete Menzies:
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Drunk and crazy as you must have been when you strangled him. I guess you were somehow thinking of your wife, the way she was strangled.

Hank Quinlan:
I'm always thinking of her, drunk or sober. What else is there to think about, except my job, my dirty job?

Pete Menzies:
You didn't have to make it dirty.

Hank Quinlan:
I don't call it dirty. Look at the record, our record, partner. Huh?

Pete Menzies:
Sure, sure, sure.

Hank Quinlan:
Well? All those convictions.

Quinlan:
I don't speak Mexican. Let's keep it in English, Vargas.

Vargas:
That's all right with me. I'm sure he's just as unpleasant in any language.

Sanchez:
Unpleasant? Strange. I've been told I have a very winning personality. The very best shoe clerk the store ever had.

Tanya:
We're closed.

Quinlan:
You've been cookin' at this hour?

Tanya:
Just cleanin' up.

Quinlan:
Have you forgotten your old friend, hmm?

Tanya:
I told you we were closed.

Quinlan:
I'm Hank Quinlan.

Tanya:
I didn't recognize you. You should lay off those candy bars.

Quinlan:
It's either the candy or the hooch. I must say, I wish it was your chili I was gettin' fat on. Anyway, you're sure lookin' good.

Tanya:
You're a mess, honey.

Quinlan:
Yeah. That pianola sure brings back memories.

Tanya:
The customers go for it - it's so old, it's new. We got the television too. We run movies. What can I offer you?

Quinlan:
That was the last killer that ever got out of my hands.

Tanya:
Isn't somebody gonna come and take him away?

Schwartz:
Yeah, in just a few minutes. You really liked him didn't you?

Tanya:
The cop did... the one who killed him... he loved him.

Schwartz:
Well, Hank was a great detective all right.

Tanya:
And a lousy cop.

Schwartz:
Is that all you have to say for him?

Tanya:
He was some kind of a man... What does it matter what you say about people?

Schwartz:
Goodbye Tanya.

Tanya:
Adiós.

Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
A policeman's job is only easy in a police state.

Schwartz:
Intuition?

Ramon Miguel 'Mike' Vargas:
Why not? Quinlan doesn't have a monopoly on hunches.

Quinlan:
That wasn't no miss, Vargas. That was just to turn you 'round, so I don't have to shoot you in the back. Unless you'd rather run for it.

Schwartz:
So it turns out Quinlan was right after all.