Mr. Keyes, I'm a Medford man. Medford, Oregon. If I say it, I mean it. If I mean it, of course I'll swear to it.
Jackson: Tonight? Tomorrow morning would suit me better.Jackson: There's a very good osteopath in town I'd like to see before I leave.Barton Keyes: Osteopath. Well, just don't put her on the expense account.
Walter Neff: The insurance ran out on the 15th. I'd hate to think of you having a smashed fender or something while you're not... fully covered.Phyllis: Perhaps I know what you mean, Mr. Neff. I've just been taking a sun-bath.Walter Neff: No pigeons around, I hope.
Jackson: These are fine cigars you smoke.Barton Keyes: Two for a quarter.Jackson: That's what I said.