Deputy Clyde Sawyer: Down in the lobby, I ran up against these two. (indicates Toots and Curly) Deputy Clyde Sawyer: Well, they didn't look right to me, so I asked them a few questions. By the way they answered me, I knew there was something fishy. So I put in a call to Ben Wade, but before I could get through, the lights went out on me. I woke up in there. Rocco was standing over me. I recognized him right away from the pictures. I made a break for the door, and the lights went out again. Toots: I'm the electrician.
Nora Temple: Charlie! Charlie Winook and his family, Crawfish Island. Charlie's a prince of the Seminole Nation. His ancestors go back to the gods. He sells sea shells by the sea shore.
(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: One Rocco more or less isn't worth dying for!
Toots: I say smack her and let it go at that.
Frank McCloud: When your head says one thing and your whole life says another, your head always loses.
Johnny Rocco: After living in the USA for more than thirty-five years they called me an undesirable alien. Me. Johnny Rocco. Like I was a dirty Red or something!
Ralphie: Hey Curly, what all happens in a hurricane? Curly: The wind blows so hard the ocean gets up on its hind legs and walks right across the land. Toots: And singin' this song: Rain rain, go away, little Ralphie wants to play.
James Temple: Are you thieves or what? You want money, is this a robbery? Toots: Yeah, Pop, we're gonna steal all your towels.
Johnny Rocco: You'd give your left arm to nail me wouldn't you? I could see the headlines now, 'Local Deputy Captures Johnny Rocco'. Your picture'd be in all the papers. You might even get to tell on the newsreels how you pulled if off, yeah. Listen hick, I was too much for any big city police force to handle. It took the United States Government to pin a rap on me. And they won't make it stick. You hick, I'll be back pulling strings to get guys elected mayor and governor before you get a ten buck raise.
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.
Gaye Dawn: (finishes her song and goes over to the bar) Give me that drink now, Johnny. Johnny Rocco: No. Gaye Dawn: Johnny! Johnny Rocco: (louder) No. Gaye Dawn: But you promised! Johnny Rocco: So what? Gaye Dawn: You said that... Johnny Rocco: But you were rotten.