- Whit Whittier: [narrating] What stage does a wayward boy turn into a delinquent? I guess you don't suddenly 'turn' - you 'curve' in.
- Monk: Any use askin' you where you're goin', Whit? Leavin' California?
- Whit Whittier: I don't know. I'll find some mischief. You'll read about me in the papers.
- Guard with Law Books: When you were a young pup, someone wound you up with a crooked key - you've been running backward ever since.
- Whit Whittier: I know now what brings a man to Death Row. Not society, not heredity, not environment. Only the man himself. I alone am to blame.