Ness: [after blowing away a crook who wouldn't "Freeze!" inside the cabin on the Canadian countryside] Didn't you hear what I said? What are you, deaf? What is this, a game?
Malone: [to Ness] Welcome to Chicago.This town stinks like a whorehouse at low tide.
Blackmer Girl: Hey, mister! Mister, wait! Mister! You forgot your brief...
[the briefcase explodes]
Malone: Isn't that just like a wop.
Hoods: [He starts backing away from Malone]
Malone: Brings a knife to a gun fight.
Hoods: [He backs away faster]
Malone: Get outta here you Dago Bastard!
Hoods: [He runs out the door of Malone's home]
Malone: Go on get your ass outta here!
Eliot Ness: [visiting Malone at his home after hours] If you'd like to come with me, I need your help. I'm asking you for help.
Jim Malone: Well. That's the thing you fear, isn't it?
Malone: [On a liquor raid. With his hand on the door] If you walk through this door now, you're walking into a world of trouble. And there's no turning back. You understand?
Ness: [Nods] Yes I do.
[Pumps his shotgun]
Ness: Good.
[Points]
Ness: Get me that ax.
Malone: [Enters the liquor cache and fires into the air] Federal officers!
Ness: Get your hands in the air! Nobody move!
Malone: This is a raid!
Ness: Everybody into the center of the room!
Baseball Bat Victim: What are you doing here?
Malone: All this stuff is
impounded! You're all under arrest!
Baseball Bat Victim: Hey, this isn't right! Hey, this is no good!
[Points at Malone's face]
Baseball Bat Victim: You got a warrant?
Malone: Sure, here's my warrant!
[Punches him twice in the stomach. He collapses]
Malone: How do you think he feels now?
Better? Or worse?
Malone: First, who can you trust?
[Ness starts to answer but Malone interrupts him]
Malone: Nobody. The cops, nobody. 'Cause nobody wants you here.
Ness: Then why are you helping me?
Malone: Because I swore to uphold the law. And if you believe that, I'll tell you another. Now, who can you trust?
Ness: [resigned] I can trust nobody.
Malone: That's the sorry truth.
Bartender: That green beer you're peddlin' just ain't any good.
Bowtie Driver: It ain't supposed to be good! It's supposed to be bought.
Bartender: I ain't buyin'.
Bowtie Driver: Don't worry about it, pops! We won't come back.