Jeff Bailey:
I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn't know where she lived. I never followed her. All I ever had to go on was a place and time to see her again. I don't know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end.
Jeff Bailey:
I sell gasoline, I make a small profit. With that I buy groceries. The grocer makes a profit. We call it earning a living. You may have heard of it somewhere.
Jeff Bailey:
Why me?
Whit Sterling: Well, I know a lot of smart guys, and a few honest ones. And you're both.
Whit Sterling: Well, I know a lot of smart guys, and a few honest ones. And you're both.
Jeff Bailey:
You can never help anything, can you? You're like a leaf that the wind blows from one gutter to another.
Jeff Bailey:
You know, maybe I was wrong and luck is like love. You have to go all the way to find it.
Ann Miller: You do to keep it.
Ann Miller: You do to keep it.
