Ralph: You're a pretty fancy performer, ain't ya kid?
Danny Fisher: Now you know what I do for an encore.

Ronnie: Maybe we'll meet some place by accident.
Danny Fisher: Will you tell me where you think the accident will take place and I'll make sure I'm there.

Mr. Evans: Now, you've just been told that you're not graduating tomorrow. Doesn't that mean anything to you?
Danny Fisher: You said I'm not graduating. OK, that's it. Now what do you want?
Mr. Evans: I once had a son, Danny. He lived 13 years. Some hoodlums jumped him one night, and he died.
Danny Fisher: I'm sorry. But what's that got to do with me?
Mr. Evans: Because you have all the earmarks of being a hoodlum.
Danny Fisher: Aw!
Mr. Evans: A hoodlum or a hustler, whatever you want to call it.
Danny Fisher: This isn't principal talk.
Mr. Evans: Well, the more difficult the student, the more I try to lean over backwards.
Danny Fisher: Listen, Mr. Evans. We moved into this neighborhood 3 years ago. In that 3 years that I've been going to school here, I've shined shoes and dusted people off in a barbershop. I've done towel duty in 4 different men's rooms. I've stacked chairs and bottles and swept the floor up of every joint on Bourbon Street. It's gotten so I look longer at a dame with clothes on than one without. I'm not a hoodlum. But I am a hustler. I've had to be for a very simple reason - my old man. You see, sir, my mother was killed in an accident about 3 years ago. Well, after that, it might as well have gotten the old man too, because he took himself right out of the lineup. He quit cold. He lost the drugstore that he owned, he lost the house, and then finally what few little jobs he's had since. You know, maybe I could've liked school, Mr. Evans. But every time I wanted to play ball, I had to go to work. Somebody had to. Anyway, now I'm through. I'm through.
Mr. Evans: I wasn't aware that you worked after school, Danny.
Danny Fisher: It's not the working after school, Mr. Evans, it's the working before. It's been nice talking to you.
[shakes hands with Mr. Evans]
Mr. Evans: I'm sorry I said what I did, Danny.
Danny Fisher: That's all right. My life's a long way from over yet. And you never know. You may be right.

Mr. Fisher: Look, son! You know you didn't fail because your marks were bad, Mr. Evans said you failed because of your attitude. He said anybody that disagreed with you got a punch in the mouth. Is that what I brought you up to do, to fight?
Danny Fisher: No, pa, that's not what you brought me up to do, but I stopped listening to you! I ran out of other cheeks! You know, I remember once, Pop, when I was no more than 3 feet high you took me to the circus. You accidentally bumped into some guy and he turned around and punched you. He punched you right in the mouth, and you know what you did? Nothing! Nothing! When they swing at you, pop, it's not enough to duck, you gotta swing back! Maybe you can't anymore, but I'm not taking after you. You go to school, I'm going out and make a buck.

Danny Fisher: What room is the party in?
Hotel Desk Clerk: I beg your pardon, what party?
Danny Fisher: You know, the PARTY the fellas are having!
Hotel Desk Clerk: Oh! Oh! It's up in room #205.