Wilma Dean: Bud, Bud. . .I just can’t stand it when you’re mad at me.
Bud: Oh, Deanie, I don’t know what’s the matter with me lately. I’m always losing my temper. You’re the only girl in the world for me, don’t you know that, Deanie?
Wilma Dean: I want to be.
Bud: If it weren’t for you. . .If it weren’t for you, Deanie, I’d. . .I don’t know. . .I. . .
Paul Varjak: You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. [takes out the ring and throws it in Holly's lap] Here. I’ve been carrying this thing around for months. I don’t want it anymore.
This is one of those films that sucks you into its world and doesn’t let up for a moment until it’s over. Then afterwards you realize you’ve forgotten to breathe for two and a half hours. This is definitely one of Paul Newman’s best performances, though pretty much all of Paul Newman’s performances are his best because, like Jack Lemmon, Newman is always good. The Hustler was nominated for nine Academy Awards, winning two: Best B&W Art Direction (won), Best B&W Cinematography (won), Best Adapted Screenplay, Best Supporting Actor Jackie Gleason, Best Supporting Actor George C. Scott, Best Actress Piper Laurie, Best Actor Paul Newman, Best Director and Best Picture. The other films nominated for Best Picture that year were Fanny, The Guns of Navarone, Judgement at Nuremberg and winner West Side Story.
Fast Eddie: Boy, you better, you tell your boys they better kill me, Bert. They better go all the way with me, ’cause if they just bust me up, I’ll put all those pieces back together again, then so help me. . .So help me God, Bert, I’m gonna come back here and I’m gonna kill you.
Maria: Stay back! How do you fire this gun, Chino? Just by pulling this little trigger? How many bullets are left, Chino? Enough for you? And you? All of you! You all killed him. And my brother. And Riff. Not with bullets and guns. With hate! Well, l can kill too, because now l have hate! How many can l kill, Chino? How many, and still have one bullet left for me? [beat] Don’t you touch him!