"Alonzo, he's a hothead. Last week in Vegas some Russian starts talking shit and Alonzo he just snapped. Beat his ass to death. Turns out that Russian is a somebody and now Alonzo, he's into the Russians for a million."

"Three of a kind beats two pair, you fucking dumb truck."

"[Jake leaves with Alonzo's pay-off for the Russian mob] What? Oh, no, you didn't. Wait a minute, no, you didn't! Aye, aye, Jake! Hey! Jake! Jake! Jake, come back here! Jake! You disloyal fool-ass bitch-made-punk. Jake! I need my money! Jake! [to the neighbourhood residents who turned on him, tired of his abuse] Awwww, you motherfuckers. [chuckles] Okay. All right. I'm putting cases on all of you bitches! Huh? You think you can do this shit? Jake! You think you can do this to me?! You motherfuckers will be playin' basketball in Pelican Bay when I get finished with you! SHU program, nigga! 23 hour lockdown! I'm the man up in this piece! You'll never see the light of-- Who the fuck do you think you fuckin' with?! I'm the police! I run shit here! You just live here! Yeah, that's right, you better walk away! Go on and walk away, 'cause I'm gonna burn this motherfucker down! King Kong ain't got shit on me! That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't fuck. I'm winnin' anyway. I'm winnin'. I'm winnin' any motherfuckin' way, I can't lose. Shit, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me. [laughing to himself] Shit! Oh, what a day! What a motherfucking day!"

"Shit gets deeper... You get the picture?"

"You know, I'm surgical with this bitch, Jake!"

"Fuck him and everybody who looks like him."

"[singing] Oh where, oh where has my little Jake gone? Oh where, oh where can he be?"

"I can afford a blemish on my character but not on my clothes."

"Judith Anderson - Mrs. Ann Treadwell"

"Vincent Price - Shelby Carpenter"

"Clifton Webb - Waldo Lydecker"

"Dana Andrews - Det. Lt. Mark McPherson"

"Gene Tierney - Laura Hunt"

"[about Shelby] He's no good, but he's what I want. I'm not a nice person, Laura, and neither is he. He knows I know he's just what he is. He also knows that I don't care. We belong together because we're both weak and can't seem to help it. That's why I know he's capable of murder. He's like me."

"I don't know a lot about anything, but I know a little about practically everything."

"Her career began with my endorsement of the pen. I secured other endorsements for her, introduced her to important clients. I gave her her start. But it was her own talent and imagination that enabled her to rise to the top of her profession and stay there. She had an eager mind always. She was always quick to seize upon anything that would improve her mind or her appearance. Laura had innate breeding. But she deferred to my judgment and taste. I selected a more attractive hairdress for her. I taught her what clothes were more becoming to her. Through me, she met everyone - the famous and the infamous. Her youth and beauty, her poise and charm of manner captivated them all. She had warmth, vitality. She had authentic magnetism. Wherever we went, she stood out. Men admired her. Women envied her. She became as well-known as Waldo Lydecker's walking stick and his white carnation. On Tuesday and Friday nights, we stayed home, dining quietly, listening to my records. I read my articles to her. The way she listened was more eloquent than speech. These were the best nights."

"I don't use a pen. I write with a goose quill dipped in venom.....I'll neither consider, endorse, or use the Wallace pen. I hate pens. If your employers wish me to publish that statement in my column, you may tell them that I shall be delighted to oblige."

"[to Laura] Young woman, either you have been raised in some incredibly rustic community where good manners are unknown or you suffer from the common feminine delusion that the mere fact of being a woman exempts you from the rules of civilized conduct, or possibly both."

"I shall never forget the weekend Laura died. A silver sun burned through the sky like a huge magnifying glass. It was the hottest Sunday in my recollection. I felt as if I were the only human being left in New York. For Laura's horrible death, I was alone. I, Waldo Lydecker, was the only one who really knew her. And I had just begun to write Laura's story when - another of those detectives came to see me. I had him wait. I could watch him through the half-open door. I noted that his attention was fixed upon my clock. There was only one other in existence, and that was in Laura's apartment in the very room where she was murdered."

"Tommy Lee Jones — Marshal Samuel Gerard"

"Harrison Ford — Dr. Richard Kimble"

"A murdered wife. A one-armed man. An obsessed detective. The chase begins."

"We just got word from the U.S. Marshals that our old friend Richard Kimble is alive and well and has decided to come back home to Chicago. Now, we all know what high regard we hold for this scumbag, so I am personally donating a bottle of 12-year old Scotch to whoever puts the collar on this quack."

"Dr. Richard Kimble! There's no way out of here, Richard! The entire building is locked down! Give it up Richard, you don't have any time, Chicago police department thinks you're a cop killer, they WILL shoot you on sight! Richard, I know you're innocent! I know about Frederick Sykes! I know about Dr. Charles Nichols! Richard, he borrowed your car the night of your wife's murder, he had the keys! No forced entry, Richard! He telephoned Sykes from your car, Richard! Richard, give it up! Richard, I'm either lying or I'm gonna shoot you, what do you think? Give it up, It's time to stop running!"

"Stop that Man!!!"

"So he showed up not dead yet. Let that be a lesson to you, boys and girls. Don't ever argue with the Big Dog, because the Big Dog is always right."

"[On the phone receiving a dressing down from his superior that he was supposed to capture and interrogate Copeland, not kill him] What can I tell you, sir? Mr. Copeland was a bad man. He was going to kill one of my kids. Well, sir you can blame me, I mean I'm the one who shot him."

"Your fugitive's name is Dr. Richard Kimble. Go get him."

"You switched the samples, And the pathology reports! You kill Lentz, too?! Huh?! Did you?! He falsified his research, so that RDU-90 could be approved and Devlin McGregor could give you... Provasic!"

"[to a cop he stops while being chased by Gerard] Officer, there's a man in a blue topcoat waving a gun and screaming...at a woman. [The cops temporarily restrain Gerard]"

"Joseph F. Kosala — Detective Rosetti"

"Ron Dean — Detective Kelly"

"Tom Wood — Deputy Marshal Noah Newman"