[after Stone and Keller leave, Wally turns to his wife] Nice guys. Nice guys. Real serious. You know, they put a case together like you make a quilt. Piece of this, piece of that. One day they got the killers.
I'll tell you, I have had it with these political assassinations! You don't like somebody else's view, you just get a gun and you blow 'em apart. Maybe the doomsday boys are right. Maybe this is the end of the world.
Oh, you know, somebody who leads you on and tries to get something out of you. Money, a car, anything. That's it. They just take it and it's "Goodbye, Charlie."
[Discussing the murdered Glenda Elliott with her former supervisor] Glenda Elliott? Let me put it this way, Mr. Keller. The first thing a girl like that does when she hits the hall is get a roster of the doctors. And she goes down it one by one in alphabetical order. When she comes to the interns, she moves on.
I can understand why he'd want to quit sales, though. Driving all over town. Knocking on doors. Lousy hours. Taking lip from people who don't wanna be bothered.
[after spotting Angus Ferguson in a passing Winnebago] Gypsies, buddy-boy. Modern-day Gypsies. The Fergusons... They're like locusts. They pick a town and they pick it clean.
[Lecturing in his poetry class] What a man is or does in private becomes a part of his public image. Good or bad, it's on the record. And whether that's good or bad, I leave you to think about.
Mm-hmm. I did some checking, and it seems among the other personal guarantees in this country is the guarantee that our bodies are inviolate. Not even the Supreme Court can force a man to submit to a surgical operation. That's the law, gentlemen. And I'm sure that, as officers sworn to uphold it, you won't do anything to make me break it.
