Vince Striker: Hey, Willoughby, aren't you afraid that stuff's going to spoil you for real police work?
Mrs. Willoughby: [Reading pulp fiction novel, "He Stooped To Kill"] The real thing is for six year olds. And the girls in these things, don't they ever get cold?
Vince Striker: Not those girls.
Mrs. Willoughby: Want to borrow it tonight?
Vince Striker: Nah, anything sexier than "Popular Mechanics", I break out in a rash all over.
Vince Striker: You can relax, honey.
Sherry Conley: Well, thanks, I intend to.
Vince Striker: 'Cause I could come back from ten years alone on the moon, half crazy, and watch you swimming and stripped at the Y for hours and walk out of there with no thoughts in my head except where I could get myself a good meal.
Sherry Conley: Now, that was a crummy thing to say.
Lloyd Hallett: What possible difference could it make to you whether you move there or to the city jail?
Sherry Conley: Because movin' to the city jail is closer to the witness stand which is exactly the last place in the world I've decided I'm gonna be.
Lloyd Hallett: So that's really it then, isn't it?
Sherry Conley: Yeah.
Lloyd Hallett: Doesn't make any difference about the city jail. You've simply decided that as far as you're concerned everybody else can go hang.
Sherry Conley: You mean I've been keepin' this a secret from ya?
Sherry Conley: You ever lay a fat hand on my person again and the prison board'll hear about it before I'm dry!
Sherry Conley: Certain things in the beginning is more important to know than others. And other things is even more important than that. And one of the most important things in this place is don't volunteer for nothin'!
Sherry Conley: Like poor dumb sheep we're moved from barn to stall and nobody takes the trouble to tell us why. Its inhuman.
Sherry Conley: Well, if we're not the real life-size Boston blackies!
Sherry Conley: No, I don't want to talk to the manager. I want to talk to the man that cooks those tastefully gay dinners.
Sherry Conley: Never mind, peeping John. I made sure there was nothing left over for you to enjoy. Bad as it is in prison, having to share the privacy of your shower with all the other inmates, at least we don't have to put up with being slapped with the fat hands of the police! You've hauled men in for less!
Vince Striker: You models must lead a gay life for yourselves, heh? Never have to worry about who's gonna pick up the dinner tab.
Sherry Conley: Hah!
Vince Striker: It's not a gay life?
Sherry Conley: What's gay about blistered feet and a bunch of sleazy married guys with ideas that were stale when the Romans was eaten lions?
Sherry Conley: He went on and said, eh, "Little girl like you shouldn't be waiting all alone for buses in this big, cold world. I'm gonna introduce you to friend of mine that makes bathing suits." So, I told him why I-I didn't know anything about how to make bathing suits. And he said, eh, " No, little lady, you wouldn't make 'em, you'd wear 'em." Then he went on to explain he didn't mean at beaches but at buyer shows were these, these outta town fellas, like himself, would come to pick up what ever looked good to 'em. And, eh, whatever looks good to these fellas is that old combination of, eh, most girl, least bathing suit, if you know what I mean.
Vince Striker: Yeah, I think I do.
Sherry Conley: So, I, got the bathing suit job.
Sherry Conley: I walk out here, with no skirt, and your eyes bang out like you just found some long lost gold mines.
Sherry Conley: Since when does a woman need a reason for changing her mind?
Benjamin Costain: The money I spend to make sure I got people in all the places where it counts, they can't even find out where they're hiding one lousy dame!
Sherry Conley: Men - they ought to trade themselves in for somethin' a girl really needs.