Kitty Stark: [to Elvira] Quit shaking the tambourine.

Kitty Stark: Don't let it throw you, honey. You're still a kid. If you get paroled soon enough, there'll be a lotta guys that'll tumble for ya. You can even get hitched and have another kid if you're dope enough to want to. The trick's to flop out as soon as you can. Like I said, the boys can get your parole movin' fast. How 'bout it? Don't it make sense, honey? Think it over, sweetioe, but get this through your head: if you stay in here too long, you don't think of guys at all - you just get out of the habit.

Marie Allen: For that forty bucks I heisted I sure got myself an education.

Marie Allen: I feel a little sick.
Infirmary Nurse: Get that way often?
Marie Allen: Yes, the last week or so.
Infirmary Nurse: Say, you expecting company?
Marie Allen: [mumbles] I don't know.
Infirmary Nurse: [cynically] Another pregnant one! Get up!... You know who the father is?
Marie Allen: My husband.
Marie Allen: [sarcastically] Well, ain't we gettin' respectable! Could he help with the expenses?
Marie Allen: He's dead!
Infirmary Nurse: [with contempt] Another bill for the state! Get dressed!

Marie Allen: Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.

Marie Allen: Kindly omit the flowers.

Inmate: I'll tell Evelyn.
Kitty Stark: Don't kid me, Harper's first name is filth.