Newspaper Boy: Can I carry your bag, Mr. Lawyer Man?
Anton (Tony) Adam: Okay, old timer. How's your Pop?
Newspaper Boy: He says maybe you're right about me goin' to school instead of selling papers all day. But, only, he don't want me to be President, like you said.
Anton (Tony) Adam: Well, maybe he's right.
Anton (Tony) Adam: Gee, you ought to see that office. Forty-ninth floor. Real mahogany. Carpet's up to your ankles. Dollar cigars.
Olga Michaels: Just what you need. Will it be a relief to interview a few customers that can speak English. You know, you've outgrown that East side charity clinic of yours. You're comin' up in the world!
Anton (Tony) Adam: That settles it. The defense rests. Did anybody ever tell you, you're a better lawyer than I am?
Olga Michaels: Not in so many words; but, I've suspected it.
John Gilmurry: You're a good man, Tony. A little bit thick between the ears, every now and then; but, you know most of the answers.
Anton (Tony) Adam: For a politician in the public eye, your Dr. Frankie Snookums Gresham writes like a medical Casanova.
Virginia St. Johns: Yes, isn't it terrible.
Anton (Tony) Adam: Hmm. "Angel lamb." "Darling, my all." "Counting the hours." "Your lily white - "
[raises his eyebrows and clears his throat]
Olga's Dining Friend: I know what's wrong with you. You're in love with your boss and he won't give you a tumble.
Dr. Frank Gresham: Do you think this is gonna do you any good? Why, that dame has got no case. You'll be the laughing stock of the town.
Anton (Tony) Adam: Yeah? Well, if you think those letters aren't going to turn a couple of laughs your way, you're daffy.
Dr. Frank Gresham: Letters?
Anton (Tony) Adam: Certainly, letters. Every letter you ever wrote Miss St. Johns is in my desk. For a smart man, you write some of the silliest things.
Dr. Frank Gresham: I'm warning you for the last time, I'll settle with Virginia and I'll settle my way. I'll make it so hot for you that...
Anton (Tony) Adam: I know. I'll have to wear an asbestos night shirts.
Olga Michaels: You lugs wouldn't believe you were born without seeing your own birth certificates, would ya. Wise guys!
Olga Michaels: Now we'll probably get into more trouble. I smelled trouble the minute that long blonde started throwing those bedroom eyes on you. Well, you never listen to me til it's too late! But, just remember, I told you so!
Olga Michaels: That's what happens when a smart lawyer gets mixed up with a dumb blonde!
Anton (Tony) Adam: Look down there. People. Millions of 'em. Every guy for himself. Pushing. Shoving. Trampling each other. Sure! A city full of 'em. Crooked streets and crooks. Fight. Cheat. Deal... Boost the guy that's riding high and kick the guy that's down. That's what it takes to make good here. And that's what I'll give 'em. When they kick you, kick 'em back, only harder. Sock 'em. If they can't take it, that's their hard luck. They made a shyster outta me. Okay! I'll be the biggest, busiest shyster that ever hit this town. If they want rats, I'll be a rat, a daddy of all rats! I'll show them. - - That's a long speech on an empty stomach.
Olga Michaels: That's a long speech on a nine-course dinner.
Second Jury Foreman: [after Gilmurry settles his case with Tony] You put us through a lot of trouble for nothing, Mr. Counselor.
Anton (Tony) Adam: Oh, I'd hardly say for nothing, Mr. Foreman
John Gilmurry: Say, just out of curiosity, what was your verdict gonna be?
Second Jury Foreman: Oh, we found you not guilty.
John Gilmurry: Not guilty? Well, I'm a dirty...
Anton (Tony) Adam: Did you ever doubt?
Anton (Tony) Adam: This is something I've been saving for a long time. That guy put the skids under me and now it's my turn! You think I've been tough? Huh! You've only got a sample of what I'm going to be. I haven't forgotten. I haven't been asleep. I've got enough on that guy to hang him.
Olga Michaels: What are you gonna do?
Anton (Tony) Adam: Hang him.
Izzy Levine: We got orders to make you...
Anton (Tony) Adam: Well, what do you think of that? Hey, listen, you mugs, you're in a tough spot. Much tougher spot than I am, get me? The Gresham's are sunk. Gilmurry will the worst then sunk when the papers tomorrow break what I got on him! And you two rod-handlers will burn browner than overdone hamburger. You wanna know why? Because when Gilmurry is through as boss around here, you won't have anybody to protect you. And you know what your good friend Gilmurry will do then? I'll tell you! I know the guy. He'll runout powder on you, see. Pass the buck right back to you. Claim he had nothing to do with this! And because he's Gilmurry, they'll believe him. Because you're a couple of cheap, tinhorns, they won't believe you and you'll fry!
Anton (Tony) Adam: You're as wrong as two left feet.