Maurice: You have my sympathies, then. You have not yet learned that in this life you have to be like everyone else - the perfect mediocrity; no better, no worse. Individuality's a monster and it must be strangled in it's cradle to make our friends f...
Johnny Clay: You'd be killing a horse - that's not first degree murder, in fact it's not murder at all, in fact I don't know what it is.
[last lines] Fay: Johnny, you've got to run! Johnny Clay: Eh, what's the difference?
Sherry Peatty: It isn't fair. I never had anybody but you. Not a real husband. Not even a man. Just a bad joke without a punch line.
Johnny Clay: You like money. You've got a great big dollar sign there where most women have a heart.
Track Parking Attendant: Somethin' wrong? Nikki Arcane: You're wrong, nigger!
Randy Kennan: You jerk, you clown! [strikes George Peatty] Randy Kennan: Come on, clown, sing us a chorus from "Pagliacci"!
Johnny Clay: A friend of mine will be stopping by tomorrow to drop something off for me. He's a cop. Joe Piano: A cop? That's a funny kind of a friend. Johnny Clay: Well, he's a funny kind of a cop.
Johnny Clay: Alright sister, that's a mighty pretty head you got on your shoulders. You want to keep it there or start carrying it around in your hands? Sherry Peatty: Maybe we could compromise and put it on your shoulder. I think that'd be nice, don...
Maurice: I'd like you to call this number and ask for Mr. Stillman. Tell him that Maurice requires his services. Fisher: Sounds pretty mysterious. What's it all about? Maurice: There are some things, my dear Fisher, which bear not much looking into. ...
[first lines] Narrator: At exactly 3:45 on that Saturday afternoon in the last week of September, Marvin Unger was, perhaps, the only one among the hundred thousand people at the track who felt no thrill at the running of the fifth race. He was total...
Joe: Thank you, Randy. I was sure you'd see it my way. Take good care of yourself. Randy Kennan: I'll take care of myself, mister. That's my specialty.
