| Opening Line | Film |
| That's right. New York. | |
| My name is H.I. McDunnough. Call me Hi. | |
| I'm, uhh, Jerry Lundergaard. | |
| I'm talkin' about friendship. I'm talkin' about character. I'm talkin' about - hell. Leo, I ain't embarrassed to use the word - I'm talkin' about ethics. | |
| Unh... Oh! Afternoon, Miss Munson. | |
| What a marvel.... What a marvel.... | |
| Say, any of you boys smithies? Or... were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts before straitened circumstances forced you into a life of aimless wandering? | |
| I was sheriff of this county when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. | |
| The world is full o' complainers. An' the fact is, nothin' comes with a guarantee. | |
| People do not give it credence that a 14-year-old girl could leave home and go off in the wintertime to avenge her father’s blood... | |
| [singing] I'm just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told. | |
| I'm blowin' out of here, blowin' for good. I'm kissin' it all goodbye, these four stinkin' walls, the six flights up, the el that roars by at three A.M. like a castiron wind. | |
| Way out west there was this fella... fella I wanna tell ya about. | |
| Yeah, I worked in a barbershop. But I never considered myself a barber. | |
| Ozzie. Come on in. | |