- Mark Brady: [to Graham] Tough luck, Bob, but that's the way they break sometimes. You got to take them the way they fall.
- Mary Brady: What good is it to save a man if you destroy him while you're doing it?
- Mark Brady: Yeah, I thought of that myself.
- Mary Brady: Prison is full of men like that with broken minds and souls. What good is it to save a man for that when he'd be better off dead?
- Mark Brady: Yes, I've thought of that too.
- Mark Brady: [as a pretty witness puts up her skirt to show her leg] Never mind that. Pull down the shade.
- 'Mac' McManus: [Noticing that the trustee barber shaving Brady is a former cutthroat] Say, you know who that barber is.
- Mark Brady: Yeah, sure I do.
- 'Mac' McManus: You better lay off and grow a beard!
- State's Attorney: Now, there was a killing out here over a week ago. So far there's been no inquest. Th-the coroner's done his duty. He's been out here three times. We've sworn in a jury, packed them out here in a bus, and had to pack them back again. Each time you've asked for a postponement. You wouldn't let us see this fellow Graham, and you refused to testify yourself. All we know about the case is what comes out in the newspapers.
- Mark Brady: Yeah, and that's not much.
- State's Attorney: Not much? A man's dead and somebody's got to pay!
- Mark Brady: An eye for an eye!
- State's Attorney: That's the basis and foundation of our criminal code, Mr. Brady. That's the law.
- Mark Brady: [Referring to the State's Attorney after he's left the room] Fathead!
- [He takes a cigar and after a pause]
- Mark Brady: Fathead!
- Mark Brady: Seven witnesses, and they all check on material points.
- Lew: Open and shut, eh?
- Mark Brady: Like a knife!
- Mark Brady: An eye for an eye. That's the basis and foundation of the criminal code. Somebody's got to pay!
- 'Mac' McManus: How about you Galloway?
- Galloway: Not me - I've got an appointment with a guy.
- 'Mac' McManus: What do you mean?
- Galloway: You know I was in for 20 years, don't you?
- 'Mac' McManus: Yeah.
- Galloway: Well I done eight, and they let me out on parole. Well, I went into a Speakeasy. I wanted to watch the taste of this slop they called grub out of my mouth. I had a drink - just one - and somebody saw me take that drink, and squealed. They sent me back for the rest of my jolt.
- 'Mac' McManus: Just for... .?
- Galloway: Yeah - twelve years, for one lousy glass of beer. The guy that squealed is in here too. I've got an appointment with him - and 12 years to keep it.