Oh, I know your type. I've seen hundreds of them. I don't scare you enough to make you...

Ed Cornell:

[bumming a ride in Frankie's car]
I'm sorry to have to ask you to do this, but I'm a little short on cash lately. You see, I've spent so much of my own dough, trying to build up this case against you. Frankie Christopher:
Well, if there's anything you need, just let me know. Ed Cornell:
Oh, I imagine they'll make it right with me when I bring in the material for your trial. They usually do in these cases. I nick a guy on my own time and send him up to the chair, then I get back pay. Frankie Christopher:
Must be a great life - like a garbage man, only with people! Ed Cornell:
I got practically all the evidence I need now. I could arrest you today for that matter, but you might get some smart mouthpiece and get off with life instead of the chair. I won't be satisfied until I'm *sure* it's the chair. Frankie Christopher:
You're a gay dog, Cornell. You make me feel as if I'm driving a hearse! Ed Cornell:
Oh, I know your type. I've seen hundreds of them. I don't scare you enough to make you commit suicide, but I worry you just the same. And when the day comes they all act different. Some scream, a few faint, some light a cigarette and try a wisecrack. But it sticks in their throats - especially when they're hung