- Vicki Gaye: I've been out with the mobs before. Most of the time all they want to do is wear their cash around. By the end of the evening they're usually too drunk to for anything else.
- Vicki Gaye: Would you like to come in for a minute? There's not much in the icebox, but I could make you some - cocoa.
- Thomas Farrell: What did you do before you were glamorized by the Golden Rooster?
- Vicki Gaye: Danced a little.
- Thomas Farrell: No talent?
- Vicki Gaye: I think so! No takers.
- Thomas Farrell: So, you gave it up.
- Vicki Gaye: It was that or give up eating.
- Thomas Farrell: And then?
- Vicki Gaye: Model.
- Thomas Farrell: Modeling for what? Calender art? Girlie magazines? Tell me when I'm warm.
- Vicki Gaye: Seems I don't have too.
- Party Girl: Only a man... how do you do it Vicki?
- Vicki Gaye: I made up my mind a long time ago, never get crowded into a corner. Never let them get too close. After awhile, they go away.
- Party Girl: You've never been in their corner, with your looks?
- Vicki Gaye: Just once. In a dark and dirty little barn back home in Oklahoma. I was fifteen. Very romantic.
- Vicki Gaye: You had no right!
- Genevieve: No right? Honey, I'm his wife.
- Vicki Gaye: Honey, you're just married to him.
- Thomas Farrell: Self-destruction among showgirls seems to be a kind of occupational hazard. Probably the cheery atmosphere of nightclub life.
- Thomas Farrell: A girl's entitled to what she can get. When you sell your pride, its tough to put a price on it.
- Rico Angelo: Get him some coffee.
- Thomas Farrell: I'll take it down there, Nick.
- Gangster: What's the matter with here?
- Rico Angelo: Shh! It's a chick! Chicks come first.
- Rico Angelo: He's a smart kid.
- Thomas Farrell: Brilliant. He's also a psychopath!
- Rico Angelo: You know, that's what I like about you, Tommy, you got class, big talk, fancy words. But, what's it mean?
- Thomas Farrell: He's insane, Rico. Crazy, Gone in the head.
- Rico Angelo: Why? Because he takes care of a few rats who got in his way? Maybe I done the same thing! Am I crazy too?
- Thomas Farrell: You're predictable, Rico. He isn't. He doesn't kill for business, he kills because he enjoys it. He's like a dog with the rabies, except he doesn't froth at the mouth. Someday he'll get around to that too.
- Rico Angelo: Look, maybe he froths, maybe he don't froth, all I know is he's in trouble.
- Thomas Farrell: [having received an important phone call] I have to leave. There's, uh, a meeting, a dinner.
- Vicki Gaye: A "dinner"? At two o'clock in the morning?
- Thomas Farrell: Ehh, that's normal for Rico Angelo.
- Louis Canetto: You ought to be nicer to me, puss. You might need me sometime. I could be a big help.
- Vicki Gaye: Why would I ever need you?
- Thomas Farrell: By the way, our genial host of the evening, Mr. Rico Angelo, owns a sizable piece of the Golden Rooster. He might be able to do something for you. Seeing you're a dancer - for which I'll take your word. You might prefer that to parading around half-naked.
- Tony Martin, himself: [Opening tune - singing] Party girl, Party girl, Where do you play tonight, girl? Party girl, Party girl, Will it be gay tonight, girl?
- Rico Angelo: Cookie La Motte, shake hands with Tommy Farrell.
- Cookie La Motte: [La Motte lamely holds out his hand; Farrell declines to shake it. La Motte looks awkwardly at Farrell, then at Angelo] So this is your genius?
- Rico Angelo: [to Farrell] Maybe you've heard of Cookie?
- Thomas Farrell: Oh, everyone's heard of Cookie. Youngest punk in Illinois ever to beat a murder rap. 16, weren't you, Cookie?
- Cookie La Motte: [pointedly] 15 and a half.
- Thomas Farrell: [with false politeness] *Excuse* me.
- Thomas Farrell: [Giving his advice, regarding a possible indictment of Cookie by special investigator lawyer Jeffrey Stewart] Get out of town, Cookie. If possible, get out of the state. You haven't got a prayer.
- Cookie La Motte: [Nonchalantly] No? Why?
- Thomas Farrell: Too many witnesses against you.
- Cookie La Motte: "Witnesses"? For instance?
- Thomas Farrell: Well, to name a few, Manny Nichols, for instance. Saul Horseman, for instance. Frank Canneri. Lippy Burke. There's quite a list. I can't remember all of them.
- Cookie La Motte: [Starts to laugh mockingly] Witnesses? Those guys are dead!
- Thomas Farrell: [Soberly] That's what I mean, Cookie. Any investigator in his right mind knows who buried 'em.
- Rico Angelo: Say, why didin't you bring the chick? There's a lot of nice people here tonight. The most important guys in town. Get it up here, I said. Say hello to my boy.
- Rico Angelo: Cookie ain't a punk anymore. Him and me, we kinda merged. He takes care of the southern part of the state. I operate here. But, right now, the reason I want you to meet him, Cookie's in kind of a jam.
- Rico Angelo: What do you say? What are his chances?
- Thomas Farrell: Do you want it quick? - - Get out of town Cookie.
- Rico Angelo: Take that chick of yours. That's what I call a real pretty chick. I only saw her once, but - the face of an angel. You know what a bottle of acid could do to a face like that?
- Thomas Farrell: Listen, gay boy, you don't run around knocking off State's Attorneys. It isn't being done this year. If Stewart gets a scratch on him, they'll run you down like a sewer rat!
- Jeffrey Stewart: There's one difference between us. I happen to be on the right side.
- Thomas Farrell: And I have no rights at all. Except, one. The right to be left alone, do you mind? I'd like to read my newspaper.