They Live by Night (1948)
Bowie: You having trouble?
Keechie: Could be.
Bowie: Who are you? You live around here?
Keechie: Could be.
Bowie: You haven't had a couple of visitors lately, have you?
Keechie: That wouldn't be a sore foot making you limp, would it?
Bowie: Could be.
Hawkins: [Bowie has just asked Hawkins to arrange a passage to Mexico for Keechie and himself] Son, I'd sure like that money. I'm old, and money's a real comfort to an old man. And maybe I did help you before, but not now. I believe in helping people get what they want, as long as they can pay for it. I've married people 'cause there's a little hope that they'll be happy. But I can't take this money of yours. No, sir. In a way, I'm a thief just the same as you are, but I won't sell you hope when there ain't any.
Bowie: You said you weren't here when the pipes bust. Where were you?
[Keechie gives no response]
Bowie: I asked you where you were!
Keechie: Seein' a doctor.
Bowie: About what?
Keechie: The baby we're gonna have.
Bowie: [angry] Well, that's just fine. That's all I need!
Keechie: You don't see me knittin' anything, do you?
Bowie: Well, don't you have a place a little away from the others?
Lambert: [looking at the couple and smiling] Uh-huh, just married, ain't ya?
Lambert: Learn that, Alvin. Just-married people like to be alone.
Alvin: I should think so.
Bowie: [waking up mother on bus] Ma'am, you're baby's crying.
Mother on Bus: Well, I've been on this bus three days. When we get to the next stop, I'll fix her bottle.
[ignoring the baby and going back to sleep]
Mother on Bus: Till then, I just don't care.
Opening Title Cards: This boy... and this girl... were never properly introduced to the world we live in... To tell their story... They Live by Night.
Keechie: [reading Bowie's letter to herself, as she walks back to her cabin] "Hello girl. I'm gonna miss you, but I got to do it this way. I'll send for both of you when I can. No matter how long it takes, I got to see that kid. He's lucky. He'll have you to keep him squared around. I love you, Bowie."
[turns to look at Bowie's lifeless body on the ground, whispers]
Keechie: I love you.
Bowie: Fifteen hundred bucks for a secondhand car?
T-Dub: That's right.
Bowie: Whoever sells them for that, that's worse than robbin' a bank!
T-Dub: They're thieves, just like us.
Chickamaw: I'll take steps a block long. Anyone gets in my way, I'll stomp 'em!