McTeague : He ate some loco-weed. We'd better finish him... t'ain't right to let'um suffer.

McTeague : Better gimme a nickel for carfare - it's a long walk - an it's gonna rain. Trina : A big fellow like you... 'fraid of a little walk!

Title Card : For quite some time, McTeague had his eye on a little house... that they might be by themselves. McTeague : What d'yer think? Trina : We can't afford such extravagance. Thirty-five dollars... and the water extra!

McTeague : The part I liked best was the guy that played 'Nearer My God to Thee' on the beer bottles.

McTeague : [after Trina pockets his $1 and buys a 15 cent old mutton chop]  Where's my change? Trina : It takes money to live, Mac.

McTeague : [Trina won't let him in the house, and won't give him any money or food]  Come on, Trina, I wouldn't even treat a dog like this! Trina : [shows where her fingers were amputated]  Not even if he... bit you?