The stuff that dreams are made of.
You're a good man, sister.
You shouldn't let him go around with these on him, he might get himself hurt.
Keep on riding me and they're gonna be picking iron out of your liver.
You getting this all right, son, or am I goin' too fast for ya?
All right, precious. You'd better hit the hay and get a good night's rest. You sound all in.
Get up on your feet. I've taken all the riding from you I'm gonna take. Get up and shoot it out.
I hope they don't hang you, precious, by that sweet neck.
You... you imbecile. You bloated idiot. You stupid fat-head you.
I couldn't be fonder of you if you were my own son. But, well, if you lose a son, it's possible to get another. There's only one Maltese Falcon.
I am a man who likes talking to a man who likes to talk.
I distrust a man who says "when." If he's got to be careful not to drink too much, it's because he's not to be trusted when he does.
You won't need much of anybody's help. You're good.
You worry me. You always think you know what you're doing, but you're too slick for your own good. Some day you're going to find it out.
Sorry, I can't tell you that.
You'll want to see her anyway. She's a knockout.
You will clasp your hands together at the back of your neck.
Look what you did to my shirt.
I'm still listening.
People lose teeth talking like that. If you want to hang around, you'll be polite.
When you're slapped, you'll take it and like it.
I haven't lived a good life. I've been bad, worse than you could know.
I don't mind a reasonable amount of trouble.
A story as explosive as his blazing automatics!