Sam Wilde: Is somebody meeting you when we get off the ferry?
Helen Brent: No. I’m going to pick up a cab.
Sam Wilde: Swell. We’ll share one.
Helen Brent: I’m afraid not. We go in different directions.
Sam Wilde: That’s where you’re wrong. We’re going in the same direction, you and I.
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!