Barton Keyes: Now that's enough out of you, Walter. Now get outta here before I throw my desk at you. [looks in his pocket for a match] Walter Neff: [takes a match of his own and lights Keyes' cigar] I love you, too. [voiceover] Walter Neff: I really...
Barton Keyes: Walter, you're all washed up.
Walter Neff: That was all there was to it.Nothing had slipped, nothing had been overlooked.There was nothing to give us away. And yet, Keyes, as I was walking down the street to the drugstore, suddenly, it came over me that everything would go wrong....
Barton Keyes: This Dietrichson business. It's murder. And murders don't come any neater. As fancy a piece of homicide as anyone ever ran into. Smart, tricky, almost perfect. But... I think papa has it all figured out. Figured out and wrapped up in ti...
Barton Keyes: Have you made up your mind? Jackson: Mr. Keyes, I'm a Medford man - Medford, Oregon. Up in Medford, we take our time making up our minds. Barton Keyes: Well, we're not in Medford now, we're in a hurry.
Jackson: These are fine cigars you smoke. Barton Keyes: Two for a quarter. Jackson: That's what I said.
Walter Neff: Who'd you think I was anyway? The guy that walks into a good looking dame's front parlour and says, "Good afternoon, I sell accident insurance on husbands... you got one that's been around too long? One you'd like to turn into a little h...
Phyllis: I'm a native Californian. Born right here in Los Angeles. Walter Neff: They say all native Californians come from Iowa.
Barton Keyes: What's the matter? Dames chasing you again? Or still? Or is it none of my business? Walter Neff: If I told you it was a customer, you'd... Barton Keyes: "Margie"! I bet she drinks from the bottle.
Phyllis: Do you make your own breakfast, Mr Neff? Walter Neff: Well, I squeeze a grapefruit now and again.
Barton Keyes: Well, I get darn sick of tryin' to pick up after a gang of fast-talking salesmen dumb enough to sell life insurance to a guy who sleeps in the same bed with four rattlesnakes.
Walter Neff: What do the police figure? Barton Keyes: That he got tangled up in his crutches and fell off the train. They're satisfied. It's not their dough.
Walter Neff: That's a honey of an anklet you're wearing, Mrs. Dietrichson.
Barton Keyes: Now look, Walter. A guy takes out an accident policy that's worth $100,000 if he's killed on the train. Then, two weeks later, he *is* killed on the train. And, not from the train accident, mind you, but falling off some silly observati...
Jackson: Tonight? Tomorrow morning would suit me better. [Smiles] Jackson: There's a very good osteopath in town I'd like to see before I leave. Barton Keyes: Osteopath. Well, just don't put her on the expense account.
[first lines] Building attendant: Well, hello there, Mr. Neff.
