Porter: The warden says the governor promised.
Jennings: Hell! The promise of a politician!
Raidler: I know this—there’s one man in the place don’t expect it, and that’s Jimmie.
Jennings: I notice he talks about it every day, all the same.
Porter: The Colonel is right about that; he is hoping, yet trying not to admit the hope—because he can’t bear to lose it.
Jennings: Nobody has to tell me about that—I went with him when he did the job. He’d have died before he let the main finger see what was going on inside him; but he wants that pardon, and he wants to see his old mother before his last hemorrhage.
Raidler (indicating the Judge and Delacour): Look at them two old toads sitting there! All they’re thinking about is, how dangerous to turn out a man that might be able to open one of their safes!
Judge: Well, suh, you must admit, suh—
Raidler: Admit nothing! You’re a pair of bloodsucking Shylocks.
Jennings: Isn’t the poor devil dying?