Dr. Dolan: [to Mayor Saunders] My humble apologies, John. I underestimated your stupidity allowing a dizzy newspaper blonde to put one over like that.

Torchy Blane: You think they might tie a can to you, Steve?
Steve McBride: Why certainly, they might. Awh, it's not just myself I'm thinkin' about. I've gotta consider which side our bread is buttered on - yours as well as mine.
Torchy Blane: Oh, no, you don't, now. Not OUR bread, not until the rice begins to fly. Until then, I have my own slice to butter.

Steve McBride: [In a self-deprecating way] A fool there was, and here he is!

Steve McBride: [to Maxie] If you get her to keep on makin' these passes at Dolan, do it yopurself or get someone else. I wanna go to a wedding, not a funeral.