Finlay: Hating is always the same, always senseless. One day it kills Irish Catholics, the next day Jews, the next day Protestants, the next day Quakers. It's hard to stop. It can end up killing men who wear striped neckties. Or people from Tennessee.
Montgomery: Of course, I've seen a lot of guys like him.
Finlay: Like what?
Montgomery: Oh, you know, guys that played it safe during the war, scrounged around, keepin' themselves in civvies, got swell apartments, swell dames... you know the kind.
Finlay: I'm not sure that I do. Just what kind?
Montgomery: Oh, you know... some of them are named Samuels. Some of them got funnier names.
Finlay: [with stone-faced expression] You'll be at the Stewart Hotel?
Montgomery: Sure, I got nowhere else to go. I'm sponging a bunk from one of the boys. You coming Keeley?
Finlay: There are one or two more questions I'd like to ask Sergeant Keeley.
Keeley: He ought to look at a casualty list sometime. There are a lot of funny names there, too.
Finlay: Look, Leroy, you know we have a law against carrying a gun?
Finlay: Well, we have that law because a gun is dangerous. Well, hate - Monty's kind of hate - is like a gun. If you carry it around with you, it can go off and kill somebody.
Finlay: You still don't know where he is?
Keeley: No. I didn't know when I came in here, and I haven't suddenly gotten any brighter.