- John Morgan: You know it means the rope, Butch, if they catch you? Who's in on it?
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: Well, me and Olsen and Joe and the Hawk.
- John Morgan: The Hawk? That means blood.
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: No, he promised me he wouldn't bump nobody off.
- John Morgan: Why, he croaked his own mother.
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: Sure he did. He cut her throat. He was sorry for it. He's all right.
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: [Looking at a picture of Kent's sister] Gee... it reminds me of Sadie. Gee, Sadie was a good skirt. I shouldn't have slipped her that ant poison. I should have just battered her in the jaw a few times.
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: What's your name?
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: [after getting no response] I said what's your name?
- Kent: Kent Marlowe.
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: Mine's Schmidt. I'm known the world over as "Machine Gun Butch". You heard of me, naturally.
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: [after Kent shakes his head 'no'.] Never heard of the Delancey Gang bein' wiped out? Well, I done the wipin'.
- Warden: [to Kent] And remember, this prison does not give a man a yellow streak, but if he has one, it brings it out.
- John Morgan: What happens when you get through the inner gate?
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: We crash that outer gate and there's a car waitin' outside.
- John Morgan: When does it come off?
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: Thanksgiving day. Noon. Most of the screws go to turkey dinner. We'll give 'em a belly full.
- Prison guard: If you don't open the gates and let 'em out, they're gonna kill all the guards beginning with Wallace.
- Warden: I'll see 'em in Hell first. Let 'em have it!
- 'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt: [to Morgan] Say, listen. Don't let the guys know you've gone straight. They used to have a lot of respect for you.
- John - Prison Guard: Kent Marlowe. Manslaughter. Sentenced to 10 years. First time in prison?
- Kent: Yes.
- John - Prison Guard: Sir, to me!
- Kent: Yes sir.
- John - Prison Guard: How old are you?
- Kent: Twenty-four, sir.
- John - Prison Guard: Ever serve in the Army? Navy? Marine Corps?
- Kent: No sir.
- John - Prison Guard: Use tobacco?
- Kent: Yes sir.
- John - Prison Guard: Morphine? Opium? Cocaine?
- Kent: No sir.
- John - Prison Guard: Frisk him.
- Anne: If you're ever around here again, drop in.
- John Morgan: Oh, you don't mean that.
- Anne: Why, of course I do.
- John Morgan: Gee, you're a peach of a girl.
- Stuttering Inmate #40299: [Camera pans down table of inmates looking disgustedly at their food.] Oh, look. It's... it's terrible. It's even killed one of our poor little bu... bu... bu...
- [failing to say "bugs", he swallows then says]
- Stuttering Inmate #40299: cockroaches.