Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: You know, I like places like this that specialize in good food instead of headwaiters.
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: It's the worst food in town, but don't worry. They usually serve a stomach pump with the dessert.
Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: Who invited you to come to my restaurant, Mr. Detective? Not me!
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Martha's the head of a ring of burglars. My presence makes her nervous.
Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: Yeah, last night we got a whole basketful of diamonds. You wanna see?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Bring us two of your dangerous dinners, Martha.
Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: You know how much I've been offered to poison this man?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Ten dollars.
Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: That's right. I'm holding out for fifteen. Two dinners. Do you want wine?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Bring a small bottle.
Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: Huh! Same old cheapskate!
Morgan Taylor: [after Martha leaves] She adores you, doesn't she?
Martha, Owner of Martha's Cafe: She ought to. I sent her husband up.
Morgan Taylor: Was he really a burglar?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Wife beater.

Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: [having his bruises attended] Innocent people can get into terrible jams too.
[groans]
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: One false move and you're over your head.

Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Maybe I'd better show you my hand, dream boy.

Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Where the devil am I? I keep coming and going.

Morgan Taylor: I'll fix your head.
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: I suggest you use an axe.

Morgan Taylor: It's a wonderful day. No job. Everybody against me. My poor dad sitting in a cell... and it's a wonderful day. Isn't that amazing?

[speaking to Dixon]
Tommy Scalise: That's a fancy way of trying to frame somebody- getting yourself knocked off. A guy's gotta be outta his head for that. I didn't know a guy could hate that much. Not even you.