Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Now, just relax, counselor. Nothing to be jittery about.

Grant: My dear boy, I've had over a hundred clients face the electric chair. I've never been jittery.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: But your clients were.

'Rocks' Valentine: [to Clitterhouse] Hey, why didn't you tell us you were such a big shot? Here I think all along you was just a screwball.

'Rocks' Valentine: Rocks is a magnificent specimin of pure viciousness. He's really woth exploring.

Jo Keller: Watch yourself while you're doing it, or you'll end up with an undertaker exploring you.

Nurse Randolph: The next time we're escorted by an officer. we'll probably both be wearing handcuffs.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Crime and research.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: [after shining a flashlight in Rock's eyes] Nothing to be afraid of - just an accident.

'Rocks' Valentine: [Angrily] Don't let no more accidents happen! I ain't no guy you can push around like these other dopes!

'Rocks' Valentine: A new power behind the throne - that's me!

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: [to Jo as he rolls craps] I was doing rather nicely until you came in. What's that platitude about dice and women? It's possible that my luck has switched from the dice to you.

[Obseving her dour reaction]

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Oh, my mistake. My luck could still be with the dice.

'Rocks' Valentine: Okay, Jo, make a deal with this guy. He's getting in my hair.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: The greatest crime of all!

'Rocks' Valentine: What's that?

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Why, homicide naturally.

Tug: [to other gang members about Clitterhouse] Hey, that stuffed shirt's got something on the ball!

Okay: Hey, where did you learn about all these things?

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: In school. In a university.

Okay: Oh, a university?

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Yes.

Okay: I got a brother in a university.

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Well, indeed? Well, I must add that to your case history. Which university?

Okay: Let me see. What's the name of that joint? Havard!

Dr. T.S. Clitterhouse: Harvard? Really? What does your brother do there?

Okay: He's preserved in alcohol. He's got two heads.