Humphrey Bogart credited as playing...
Frank McCloud
- [Rocco is showing strain at the height of the hurricane's force]
- Frank McCloud: You don't like it, do you Rocco, the storm? Show it your gun, why don't you? If it doesn't stop, shoot it.
- Frank McCloud: When your head says one thing and your whole life says another, your head always loses.
- Johnny Rocco: There's only one Johnny Rocco.
- James Temple: How do you account for it?
- Frank McCloud: He knows what he wants. Don't you, Rocco?
- Johnny Rocco: Sure.
- James Temple: What's that?
- Frank McCloud: Tell him, Rocco.
- Johnny Rocco: Well, I want uh ...
- Frank McCloud: He wants more, don't you, Rocco?
- Johnny Rocco: Yeah. That's it. More. That's right! I want more!
- James Temple: Will you ever get enough?
- Frank McCloud: Will you, Rocco?
- Johnny Rocco: Well, I never have. No, I guess I won't. You, do you know what you want?
- Frank McCloud: Yes, I had hopes once, but I gave them up.
- Johnny Rocco: Hopes for what?
- Frank McCloud: A world in which there's no place for Johnny Rocco.
- Frank McCloud: "But we aren't making all this sacrifice of human effort and lives to return to the kind of a world we had after the last world war. We're fighting to cleanse the world of ancient evils, ancient ills." - Quoted from FDR's 1942 State of the Union
- [first lines]
- Sheriff Ben Wade: [to the driver after pulling over a bus] Hello, Eddie.
- Bus Driver: Hi, Ben. What gives?
- Sheriff Ben Wade: We're lookin' for a couple Indians broke out of jail. Young bucks in fancy shirts. If you see anything of 'em, telephone my office at Palm Grove.
- Bus Driver: Okay.
- [after the sheriff and deputy leave, he turns to Frank McCloud in the first passenger seat]
- Bus Driver: Those Indians they're lookin' for must be from around here. They always head for home.
- Frank McCloud: Home being Key Largo.
- Frank McCloud: Rocco, I must apologize for Mr. Temple. He doesn't know what he's talking about, or, who to.
- Frank McCloud: [addressing Temple] Sir, Johnny Rocco was more than a king. He was an emperor. His rule extended over beer, slot machines, the numbers racket, and a dozen other forbidden enterprises. He was a master of the fix. Whom he couldn't corrupt, he terrified. Whom he couldn't terrify, he murdered.
- James Temple: [contemptuously glaring at Rocco] You filth. You city filth.
- Frank McCloud: Oh, Mr. Temple, you're hopelessly old-fashioned. Your ideas date back years. You're still living in the time when America thought it could get along without the Johnny Roccos.
- Frank McCloud: [turning to Rocco] Welcome back, Rocco. It was all a mistake. America's sorry for what it did to you.