- Harry Morgan: You know, my wife dyed her hair.
- Leona Charles: Coincidentally I've been thinking of letting mine grow out. Speaking of coincidences, I live in Number Seven. My friends just kick the door open.
- Harry Morgan: [to Leona as she reaches into his shirt pocket for a cigarette] Yuh know, one of these days you're gonna get your arm broke reachin' for something that don't belong to yuh.
- Leona Charles: It's all in a good cause.
- Concho: Wanna drink?
- Harry Morgan: I never drink.
- Concho: You're very nervous.
- Harry Morgan: That's because I've never been killed before.
- Harry Morgan: [to Lucy] I get teed off sometimes. No sooner do I get my head above water than somebody pushes me down again!
- Harry Morgan: Where can I find Harrigan?
- Leona Charles: I don't know.
- Harry Morgan: Where did you meet him?
- Leona Charles: Sunday school.
- Concho: You know, the heaviest thing in the world's a dead man. You ever lift a dead man before?
- Harry Morgan: Sure, plenty of times... not many friends though.
- Leona Charles: [after surviving a barrage of bullets on Harry's boat] I guess I should have swam back to port - or is it 'swum?'
- Lucy Morgan: [to Harry] I lay awake last night just thinking about you. I can think about you anytime and get excited. Hold me... just hold me.
- [they embrace]
- Leona Charles: Are you in trouble?
- Harry Morgan: Up to my eyes I'm in trouble.
- Leona Charles: Whatever it is - let it go.
- Harry Morgan: I ain't got no choice. All I got left to peddle is guts. I'm not sure I got any. I have to find out.
- Harry Morgan: Load in lots of coffee. And tomatoes, you know how much I love tomatoes.
- Lucy Morgan: No tomatoes. They're bad for you.
- Mrs. Cooley: Heard you lost your boat, Harry. Heard you got in trouble down in Mexico.
- Harry Morgan: I'm crazy about you, Mrs. Cooley, but how would you like to mind your own business for once?
- Mrs. Cooley: [Gasps a startled look] Why Harry morgan... If I were a man I'd... .
- Harry Morgan: You're a long way toward it with that build.
- [She gasps again]
- F.R. Duncan: [Facing each other across a table, hunched over a map, whispering] Watch yourself, Harry.
- Harry Morgan: This Mr. Sing, how's long he been here?
- F.R. Duncan: Couple of years. Sombody else before that, but he got killed.
- Harry Morgan: Somebody will kill Mr. Sing, too.