John Dillinger: At the arraignment, they're gonna try and transfer me to the state pen. What can you do for me?
Louis Piquett: What's on your mind?
John Dillinger: The electric chair.
John Dillinger: Bye-bye, blackbird.
John Dillinger: I was a wild boy, and, well, I was foolish. I held up a grocery store, which I never should have done 'cause Mr. Morgan was a good man. And they sentenced me to 10 years in the state penitentiary for a $50 theft. When I was in prison, I met a lot of good fellows. So sure, yeah, I helped set up the break at Michigan City. Why not? I stick with my pals and my pals stick with me.
John Dillinger: I was raised on a farm in Moooresville, Indiana. My mama died when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn't know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you... what else you need to know?
John Dillinger: My friends call me John but a son of a bitch screw like you better refer to me as Mr. John Dillinger.
John Dillinger: [approaching group of police officers] What's the score?
John Dillinger: [in his jail cell] Well, here's the man who killed Pretty Boy Floyd. Damn good thing he was pretty, 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz Kid Floyd. Tell me something, Mr. Purvis. That fellow, the one who got killed at the Sherone Apartments - the newspaper said you found him alive. It's the eyes, ain't it? They look at you right before they go. And then they just drift away into nothing. That'll keep you up nights.
Melvin Purvis: And what keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?
John Dillinger: Coffee. You act like a confident man, Mr. Purvis. You got a few qualities. Probably pretty good from a distance, especially when you got the fellow outnumbered. But up close, toe to toe, when somebody's about to die right here, right now - I'm used to that. What about you?
Melvin Purvis: Goodbye, Mr. Dillinger...
John Dillinger: I'll see you down the road.
Melvin Purvis: [turning back] No, you will not. The only way that you will leave a jail cell is when we take you out to execute you.
John Dillinger: Well, we'll see about that.
John Dillinger: [nodding at money left by a bank teller in front of his booth] You can put it away. Not here for your money. Here for the bank's money.
John Dillinger: The public don't like kidnapping.
Alvin Karpis: Who gives a damn what the public likes?
John Dillinger: I do. I hide out among them. We gotta care what they think.
John Dillinger: Well if it isn't the man who shot Pretty-Boy Floyd. Good thing 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz-Kid Floyd.