Jackson: These are fine cigars you smoke.Barton Keyes: Two for a quarter.Jackson: That's what I said.
That's a honey of an anklet you're wearing, Mrs. Dietrichson.
Phyllis: I think you're rotten.Walter Neff: I think you're swell - so long as I'm not your husband.Phyllis: Get out of here.Walter Neff: You bet I'll get out of here, baby. I'll get out of here but quick.
Yes, I killed him. I killed him for money - and a woman - and I didn't get the money and I didn't get the woman. Pretty, isn't it?