Terry Malloy: You know, I seen you a lot of times before. Remember parochial school out on Paluski Street? Seven, eight years ago. Your hair, you had your hair uh…
Edie Doyle: Braids.
Terry Malloy: Looked like a hunk of rope. And you had wires on your teeth and glasses and everything. You was really a mess.
Father Barry: You want to know what’s wrong with our waterfront? It’s the love of a lousy buck. It’s making love of a buck, the cushy job – more important than the love of man!
Edie: Shouldn’t everybody care about everybody else?
Terry Malloy: Boy, what a fruitcake you are!
Edie: Which side are you with?
Terry Malloy: Me? I’m with me, Terry.
Terry Malloy: If I spill, my life ain’t worth a nickel.
Father Barry: And how much is your soul worth if you don’t?
Terry Malloy: I could have had class. I could have been a contender.