Lloyd Hart: [the men are taking cover in a bombed-out farmhouse, shooting at German soldiers somewhere off-screen] When is this "armistice" they've been talking about for the past four days?
Eddie Bartlett: That's just another rumor. This brawl's gonna' go on forever.
Lloyd Hart: If I ever get back, I'm gonna' have a swell law office in the Woolworth Building. Have it all picked out, on the 28th floor. Can see the whole city: the Bay, Brooklyn...
Eddie Bartlett: Whaddya' wanna' look at Brooklyn for?

Eddie Bartlett: [Eddie, in his Army uniform, returns to his old place of employment - a garage - seeking to get his job back. He speaks to his former boss] Hello, Mr. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher: [Surprised to see Eddie] Why, when did you blow in?
Eddie Bartlett: Just now. Sure good to be back.
Mr. Fletcher: I'll bet it is. What are you gonna' do?
Eddie Bartlett: Oh, rest up a couple of days, see a few of the boys, and then I'm ready to go to work.
Mr. Fletcher: That's fine. Whaddya' gonna' do? Where ya' gonna' work?
Eddie Bartlett: [Confused] Whaddya' mean, "Where am I gonna' work"? I was gonna' come back here.
Mr. Fletcher: Sorry, Eddie, I haven't got anything for you.
Eddie Bartlett: Now wait a minute. Maybe I'm in the wrong garage. What was that line you handed me about my job always waiting for me when I got back?
Mr. Fletcher: Times have changed, Eddie. That boy over there's been working almost two years. Whaddya' want me to do, can him just because you came back?
Eddie Bartlett: No... no, I couldn't ask you to do that, could I? All right... Thanks.

Eddie Bartlett: I trust my friends.
[Walks off]
George Halley: That guys a sucker. I don't trust any of my friends.
Panama Smith: The feeling's mutual, George. They don't trust you either.

Eddie Bartlett: One thing, Lloyd. They tell me your boss is building a case against our old friend, George.
Lloyd Hart: The case is already built, Eddie.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, well, you remember what he said would happen if you ever told what you knew about him?
Lloyd Hart: I remember.
Eddie Bartlett: So does he.

Eddie Bartlett: You always said you were going to take real good care of me, didn't you George?
George Halley: Wait a minute Eddie, I can explain!
Eddie Bartlett: Here's one rap you ain't gonna beat!
[fires twice]

[after a shootout in the club, all the patrons run out in a panic and as the bodies are being carried out]
Eddie Bartlett: Where you going
Panama Smith: I'm looking for some excitement. There's a lull in the action