The Racket (1928)
Cub Reporter Ames: I told you not to look after me... Why did you do it?
Helen Hayes: Because - -- because you affect me like a mammy song.
[McQuigg ducks into a doorway when one of Scari's henchmen shoots at but purposely misses him. Scarsi emerges from behind the door]
Nick Scarsi: Hello, Mac.
Police Captain James McQuigg: Hello, Nick.
Nick Scarsi: Take a tip, Mac... change your racket.
Police Captain James McQuigg: I like my racket... and I haven't shot yet.
Detective: What now, Captain?
Police Captain James McQuigg: [exhausted] I'd like a little sleep... but by the time I get through with the coroner and the rest of the public servants... it'll be time to go to Mass.
Detective: Scarsi's sending a load of beer through Eighth and Grand.
Police Captain James McQuigg: There'll be hell popping!... That's below Spike Corcoran's dead-line.
Detective: Scarsi's got Spike's gang buffaloed... There's not one of 'em in sight.
Joe Scarsi: Are there going to be any women at the party?
Nick Scarsi: No women! Women are poison to me.
Helen Hayes: You can get away with murder, but you can't pull that stuff on me!
Nick Scarsi: Lay off this kid, you dirty little gold digger! He's not in the racket - and he's not going to be!
Helen Hayes: He called me a gold digger. Well, I'll dig - and dig deep!
Police Captain James McQuigg: [to Nick] Chick won't be here tonight.
Police Captain James McQuigg: All right, Nick... That's a horse on me.
Police Captain James McQuigg: This is the last murder you'll ever get away with in my district! I'm going to drive you out!
Nick Scarsi: I've given you lots of chances - but you're just a dumb harp. So *you're* going out!
Pratt: Captain, you've got to talk - we need a story.
Police Captain James McQuigg: Start another anti-smoking campaign.
Pratt: New to the game, aren't you?
Cub Reporter Ames: Oh no!... I was on the Omaha Bee for a month.
Miller: Fancy that!
Chick: [On the phone] Mr. Scarsi is attending Mr. Spike Corcoran's funeral.
Pratt: [Miller hangs up the pay phone and tells Pratt the news] First he plugs 'em, then he plants 'em.
Pratt: [to Capt. McQuigg] So, if you don't get Scarsi before Tuesday, the Organization wins the election - and Nick stays in power.
Helen Hayes: [Driving in Joe's car] You'll be stopping next - telling me you're out of gas.
Joe Scarsi: That little glow-worm on your engagement finger ought to prove I'm serious.
Helen Hayes: No, Joe - you can't beat the wedding bells.
Patrolman Johnson: We can't get this bird's name.
Police Captain James McQuigg: Bring him in - he'll talk.
Patrolman Johnson: Come on, Francis!
Cub Reporter Ames: Oh! - hello!
Helen Hayes: Didn't your mother tell you not to speak to strange ladies?
Cub Reporter Ames: Don't think I'm fresh, but I feel I know you. I heard you sing.
Patrolman Johnson: That's the dame he walked... She saw the accident.
Police Captain James McQuigg: How did it happen?
Helen Hayes: Sorry, Policeman, but I'm tongue-tied.
Police Captain James McQuigg: Put her downstairs with the other ladies... She'll talk!
Pratt: No wonder Nick says women are poison to him.
Police Captain James McQuigg: This one may be dynamite!
Police Captain James McQuigg: Left flat! - - And you thought Joe was going to marry you. And you're afraid to talk. Yellow - for fear of a couple of bragging punks!
Helen Hayes: You're a liar!
Police Captain James McQuigg: You stay in. You're a witness against Scarsi... If you're out tonight, you'll be on a slab by morning.
Patrolman Johnson: It looks like I'm yellow, hiding in here!
Nick Scarsi: I sent my driver in here to see that Hayes girl... Did he do something wrong?
Police Captain James McQuigg: I thought he was in the pen for some bank job.
Nick Scarsi: He must've got paroled.
Police Captain James McQuigg: Yeh... A lot do, since they equipped that penitentiary with revolving doors.
Nick Scarsi: Are you trying to frame *me*?
Police Captain James McQuigg: In purple satin, under glass.
Helen Hayes: So you're Scarsi, the Awful - - afraid of women, but death on kids! Nobody ought to be afraid of you... Not when you had to slug this baby!
Nick Scarsi: What'd he get in my way for?
Helen Hayes: There's your confession!
Police Captain James McQuigg: All of which proves that women are still poison to you.
Nick Scarsi: I'll show you what it means to fool around with *me*!
District Attorney Welch: Who'd believe you?
Nick Scarsi: I've got everything on paper - - ready for a double-cross by you! How you made that high hat grand jury fold up last month... How the Old Man had that kid in the Treasurer's Office *accidentally* killed by a train! Who do you suppose I pay for the breweries I own? Who do you suppose I pay for the alcohol I get? I'll talk your whole rotten Organization into suicide!
Nick Scarsi: Did you imagine I'd let any lousy politicians, who'd knock their own mothers over the head for a vote, tell *me* what to do?
Nick Scarsi: I'm off you worms! I'm going to deliver my Wards to the reform gang for a laugh! To lick *you*, we'll have an election for a change that's square!