When Coombs fires twice at Halas, the first shot is clearly wide yet Halas grabs his abdomen area as if the bullet hit him.
Halas: (to Ness) I don't have to believe my client is innocent, I just have to prove it.
Halas: You talk big numbers.
Coombs: I'm a big man.
Hobson: (about Coombs) He did us a favor. He got rid of Probich.
Ness: Not if he's putting on Probich's hat.
Coombs: That late at night, who's even awake?
Halas: You'd be surprised.
Coombs: You get me out. Whitey too.
Halas: I'm a lawyer not a miracle worker.
Halas: You've done your job. Why don't you go home?
Ness: I wanna watch you take a licking for once.
Halas: Don't be a fool, Ness. Never forget a score.
Ness: (to Kleeber) You don't know a trigger from a second baseman. You never killed Probich.
D.A. Wade: Kleeber's traveling first class.
Ness: He can afford it. He's not paying for it.
Coombs: You know your trouble? You worry.
Halas: When I stop you better start.
Halas: You walk into court without me, you're like a turtle without a shell.
Halas: (to Wade) Even the plague didn't last forever.
Coombs: (about Metz) Pin a rap on him, I'm next.
Coombs: (to Halas) I had a little talk with the boys. If anything happens to me they're gonna pay you off.
Halas: (to Ness) No deals! No deals! No feeling! No heart! You're like a talking machine!
Halas: (after being shot) Some days you just don't have any luck at all.
Narrator: On March 21, 1933 Morton Halas was buried quietly without fanfare. There was only one mourner at the grave--Eliot Ness.
Probich: (regarding his whorehouses run by Connie Laverne) I just collect the rents. I thought she was running a school for models.
Ness: We've got big plans for you.
Halas: Like what?
Ness: Like about twenty to life.
Halas: Some days you're just lucky.
Ness: Some days you're crooked.