- Nick Lassiter: That information can only come from one source; you got a man inside!
- Inspector John Becker: We 'ad a man inside.
- Nick Lassiter: They killed him, right?
- Inspector John Becker: If it was going to be easy, I'd get my missus to do it.
- Peter Breeze: Besides, we're gonna be in this war, soon, pull your own weight.
- Nick Lassiter: I'm standing in a frame, Breeze, you're gonna wrap me in the flag, too.
- Smoke American Car Thief: Hey, you know, kiddo, I like London. You know I did my research before I came. I came because I found out it was my kind of town. I mean the cops don't carry guns. Now the cops still try and chase the bad guys; but they don't find it necessary to kill him when they catch him. I call that civilized. That's one of the reasons I left New York to come here.
- Kari Von Fursten: Have you ever killed anyone, Mr. Lassiter?
- Nick Lassiter: Tell me about Berlin.
- Kari Von Fursten: Berlin... for me it is the only city. Well Shanghai can be pretty interesting.
- [pauses]
- Kari Von Fursten: Who did you kill?
- Nick Lassiter: Intersting in what way?
- Kari Von Fursten: In diversions. In amusements of a particular nature. Women with animals, drugs, little boys, pleasure... and pain.
- Kari Von Fursten: [fixing Lassiter] Do I shock you?
- Nick Lassiter: I don't know. Is my hair turn white?
- [they both laugh]
- Kari Von Fursten: I like you more and more.
- Nick Lassiter: Why do you do that?
- Sara Wells: What?
- Nick Lassiter: Eat my food.
- Sara Wells: I like it better.
- Nick Lassiter: If you wanted the chicken, why didn't you order it?
- Sara Wells: I didn't, I wanted the veal.
- Nick Lassiter: Then why eat off my plate?
- Sara Wells: This way, I can have both!
- Inspector John Becker: Cooperate and you're a free man, Lassiter. Cross me and you'll do twenty hard years.
- Peter Breeze: You have to do it.
- Nick Lassiter: No I don't, Breeze. There's men with guns in there.
- Peter Breeze: They've got 'em in Sing-Sing, too.
- Nick Lassiter: You going shooting?
- Kari Von Fursten: It's not shooting, it's killing. The birds are driven; there is no sport.
- Nick Lassiter: Why shoot them?
- Kari Von Fursten: I like to kill them. Don't you?
- Nick Lassiter: Yes, but with a club while someone holds them down.
- Inspector John Becker: [Lassiter is identified after a police line up] Alright. Rudolph Valentino stays. Everybody else, get out.
- Nick Lassiter: What happens if they catch me? You gonna bring on the cavalry?
- Peter Breeze: Well... if they catch you in the embassy there's nothing we can do. That embassy is Germany, you might as well be in Berlin.
- Nick Lassiter: That's comforting.
- Peter Breeze: I'm sorry, Lassiter.
- Nick Lassiter: Bullshit.