Max Reno: How much do those dealers steal?
Kirby: No more than they can carry.
Max Reno: Crooks! See that they don't carry it too far.
Kirby: Everyone steals a little.
Max Reno: Not from me. Stealing is *my* business.

Cleo: I came to see you, Mr. York.
Jay Turner: I don't know why. All I wanted was a room and a bath.
Cleo: Mr. York, the management only sent you the key.
Jay Turner: Oh. Thank you.
Cleo: You're not very nice.
Jay Turner: Look, miss, I'm just a little old country boy, but I can tell that, whoever you are, you're not the room clerk.

Jay Turner: Lady, where I come from they have an old saying, "It's not polite to ask a man his business unless you want to die."
Cleo: From the looks of those scars your manners must stink.
Jay Turner: Yeah. Yeah, I guess it is bad manners to turn your back on a man.

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Max Reno: When the tide comes in, you'll be safe as if you were in your mother's arms. I picked this hideout a month ago. It's a beauty, ain't it? You're a lucky boy, Jim. You should have met me a long time ago.
Jay Turner: You'll never let me forget it, Reno...
Max Reno: What?
Jay Turner: How smart you are.