Biggs: This place stinks of petroleum.
Cole: Avgas, if I'm not mistaken. It's all around the floor. Hangstrom and McLellan are the same man. Hangstrom is flying today on TWA.
Biggs: Hangstrom is dead, Cole. Why leave your ticket behind?
Cole: Mapes is cleaning up.
Biggs: The gas, Cole! The gas! We gotta get outta here right now! Look, by the stove! Shoot the gas line, Cole! We're outta here!
Cole: Shit! That really hurts!
Biggs: Fuck! There ya are, shitheel! Come on! He's not getting away from us. Shit! Hughes security men, Cole. Stay on Mapes. Knock them off the road if you have to, but stay on that fucker! I need to be closer, Phelps! Stop right there! Get out of the car, slowly!
Security: Fire a warning round!
Biggs: We're gonna have to go through all of the security men first. I hope you're ready for a fight, Cole.
Security: Aim at the tires! Throw out the guns.
Biggs: We gotta get these guys.
Security: Left a slug in this one over here.
Biggs: He wants to play cat and mouse, fine. Let's go and get his ass.
Cole: How long do you think you can hold out?
Security: Give me some cover!
Biggs: Take cover!
Enemy: Real clever, asshole. We're surrounded!
Biggs: I've got it.
Enemy: I'll put holes in you, asshole.
Biggs: I'm covering you!
Captain: You're going to have to explain this to me again. So, the guy at the chemical plant, he's planning on selling his magic formula to another company and skipping town with his assistant. But he blows himself up before he can manage it. So why the dead body in the refrigerator?
Cole: Mapes, Captain. He was eliminating all competitors for the process. When it went bang, he burnt down the apartment to remove all connection between Hughes and the plant.
Captain: Mapes. Right. I remember Vernon Mapes. The guy had good, honest cops hanging their heads in shame. Glad he's finally out of commission. I don't know if it will do you any good, Phelps, but between the Spruce Goose and half the city exploding, you might just have made the case of the decade.