Sidney Bichet: It's like in-between sounds: the shadin', the wantin'. It's the why's the world have to be this way sounds; the dissolusionment. The difference between jazz and the blues is a state of mind.
Ernest Hemingway: [referring to Elliot Ness] Where'd you get this cracker?
Indiana Jones: He came with the room.
GreyCloud: [looking at the Indian pipe] This is probably the most sacred relic in my people's past.
Indiana Jones - age 50: [having found a soprano sax] Well here's a sacred relic of my past.
Indiana Jones - age 50: Reminds me of working my way through the University of Chicago.
Grey Cloud: You playing that?
Indiana Jones - age 50: No... no, I was a waiter.
[narrating as the scene shifts to Chicago, 1920]
Indiana Jones - age 50: But that's an art in it self. You know, you don't start at the top. You work your way up. Perfect your style. Till you are at the top, like Colosimo's Restaurant. The best food, the best service and the best jazz in Chicago. I was crazy about jazz.
Indiana Jones: [to Sidney Bichet] You know, I heard King Oliver play in New Orleans when I was twelve. You ever get to play with him?
[Sidney looks straight at Indy but does not answer]
Indiana Jones: You're such a square.
Eliot Ness: Why, because I need a good night's sleep?
Indiana Jones: You're the world's youngest stuffy old fart.
Eliot Ness: I am not.
Indiana Jones: I'm telling you as a pal, you're a seventy year old kid. You need to loosen up. Now get your coat.
Sidney Bichet: [to Indy] Buddy, you don't know how to stay out of trouble.
Indiana Jones: [about Sidney] How'd he get so good?
Goldie: It's kinda like they say: the more a man has to say, the more complicated his music gets. Sidney ain't easy. He's creo. He's too colored for the whites and not colored enough for the negros. So he don't belong either place. I think he's trying to find a place in the music.
Eliot Ness: [Indy is practicing his soprano sax] How bout you trying to play a tune?
Indiana Jones: Eliott, this is jazz, there are no rules, it just flows.
Eliot Ness: Well, just flow somewhere else
Harvey: This is a respectable party, bub. There, there's girls here. We don't like brothel music.
Indiana Jones: Sorry I wasted your time.
Piano Man: It wasn't a waste of time, kid. A good laugh is never a waste of time.
Indiana Jones: [about having to kill during the war] One's enough too remember. It's that split second when you're alive and because of you someone else is dead. You got lucky. They didn't. So many didn't.
Indiana Jones: I thought the blues was jazz?
Sidney Bichet: The blues is the blues. It's got it's own sound.
Piano Man: I call it the wannabe sound.
Trumpet player: I call it nobody appreciates how good I am sound.
Ernest Hemingway: Hey, you look like a waiter.
Indiana Jones: I am a waiter. What are you doing here?
Ernest Hemingway: Oh, just trying to get a story, you know, put a patato on my plate. I'm at the Chicago Trib now.
Ernest Hemingway: What about you, Sherlock?
Eliot Ness: I got a friend in my chemistry class, he works part time at the morgue. I'm sure he can help us.
Ernest Hemingway: Hm, you two much have a lotta laughs...
Eliot Ness: [during car chase] We're gonna run out of gas...
Ernest Hemingway: What?
Eliot Ness: I didn't fill her up, I was in too much of a hurry.
Mr O'Bannion: Roses or Tulips?
Indiana Jones: Sir?
Mr O'Bannion: It's for a funeral. Which would you prefer, Mr Hemingway?
Ernest Hemingway: [deviant laugh] Well I'm a sucker for daisies.
Thug: The pipe, please, gentlemen. Than you can go back to your little weenie roast.
Thug: [having been disarmed by Indiana] My pistol is empty, Dr. Jones. I don't like loaded weapons
[takes the gun from Indiana's hand and slaps him hard across the face with it]