George Armstrong Custer: You may be right about money, Sharp; quite right. But there's one thing to be said for glory.
Ned Sharp: Yeah? What's that?
George Armstrong Custer: You can take glory with you when it's your time to go.

Longfellow Deeds: [to the Court] From what I can see, no matter what system of government we have, there will always be leaders and always be followers. It's like the road out in front of my house. It's on a steep hill. Every day I watch the cars climbing up. Some go lickety-split up that hill on high, some have to shift into second, and some sputter and shake and slip back to the bottom again. Same cars, same gasoline, yet some make it and some don't. And I say the fellas who can make the hill on high should stop once in a while and help those who can't. That's all I'm trying to do with this money. Help the fellas who can't make the hill on high.

Little Bonaparte: [thick Italian accent] Thank you, fellow opera-lovers. It's been ten years since I elected myself president of dis organization... an' if I say so myself, you made duh right choice. Let's look at duh record: In duh lass fissel year we made a hundred an' twelve million dollars before taxes... only we ain't paying no taxes!

Sugar: [on marrying well] I don't care how rich he is, as long as he has a yacht, his own private railroad car, and his own toothpaste.

Peter Warne: You know, I had you pegged right from the jump. Just a spoiled brat of a rich father. The only way you get anything is to buy it, isn't it? You're in a jam and all you can think of is your money. It never fails, does it? Ever hear of the word humility? No, you wouldn't. I guess it would never occur to you to just say, 'Please mister, I'm in trouble, will you help me?' No, that would bring you down off your high horse for a minute. Well, let me tell you something, maybe it will take a load off your mind. You don't have to worry about me. I'm not interested in your money or your problem. You, King Westley, your father. You're all a lot of hooey to me!

Loco Dempsey: You don't think he's a little old?
Schatze Page: Wealthy men are never old.

Sam Spade: We didn't exactly believe your story, Miss O'Shaughnessy. We believed your 200 dollars. I mean, you paid us more than if you had been telling us the truth, and enough more to make it all right.

Sam Spade: Now, let's *talk* about the black bird.
Kasper Gutman: Let's. Mr. Spade, have you any conception of how much money can be got for that black bird?
Sam Spade: No.
Kasper Gutman: Well, sir, if I told you... If I told you *half*... you'd call me a liar.
Sam Spade: No, not even if I thought so.

Turkey Jackson: How'd you get the spinach, old boy?
Jeff Peters: Funny thing, a guy I've never seen before in my life gives me 2,500 Kolacs... that's 200 federal diplomas, are you listening?
Turkey Jackson: 200 skins? Why, what for?
Jeff Peters: I sold him something.
Turkey Jackson: Well you've got nothing to sell! We've already hocked your pivot tooth.
Jeff Peters: It wasn't much, but it was all I had, and was he anxious to get it!
Turkey Jackson: What did you sell him?
Jeff Peters: Look, uh, Orville, I want you to keep very calm now. Don't get excited.
Turkey Jackson: [grabbing Jeff, nervous] What did you sell him?
Jeff Peters: You.
Turkey Jackson: Oh, well, for a minute I - HUH? Me? Wait a minute, get that guy and give him those fish back! What's the matter with you, you can't sell me, I'm not a horse! It's just the way I comb my hair!

Horace Merrick: A man might make many compromises with his integrity for... ah... oh... say... a half million dollars.