The Midnight Patrol (1933)
Car Dispatcher: Calling Car Thirteen
Oliver: That's Us
Car Dispatcher: Calling Car One-Three
Stanley: I thought he said Thirteen.
Stanley: If you come back here again, I'll arrest you.
Tire thief: Who will?
Stanley: I... We will.
Tire thief's partner: Oh, is that so?
Stanley: If you come back here again, I'll arrest you!
Tire thief: [sarcastically] WHO will?
Stanley: I - -
[notices that he is one small slight-figured guy against two fairly big hefty guys]
Stanley: WE will!
Tire thief's partner: [cocks his leg arrogantly and puts his hand on his hip in a gesture of beligerant contempt] Oh - - is that SO?
[grabs up a large rock that is sitting nearby, then flings it at the two vagabonds. They duck, and the rock sails past them and smashes the windscreen of their car, causing the convertable top to pop up. One of the ruffians immediately reaches into the car's seat and grabs the rock from where it has landed, and Stan, seeing this, hurries back into the squad car and shuts the door. The ruffian hurls the rock back toward the squad car, and the rock smashes through the rear window, startling Ollie just as he is about to take a sip from a milk bottle. Ollie's hand tightens convulsively around the bottle, causing the milk inside to come squirtng out the top of the bottle and spraying all over his face and head]
Stanley: [sympathetically watching the burglar pound on the sides of the safe with a hammer - - Stan never suspects that the man is really a burglar and not just the store's owner] What's the matter? Did you lose the combination?
Safecracker: [feigning exasperated embarrassment and disgust] Yehhhss!
Stanley: They're really hard to open, aren't they?
Stanley: Why don't you try hitting it over here?
Safecracker: I've alrready tried it there.
Oliver: Now when I say "three", we'll go THAT way
[indicating the front door of the house]
- - not THIS way
[indicating the water in the fishpond in which they are currently standing knee-deep]
Stanley: [sitting in the driver's seat while Hardy examines the squad car's engine to see why it won't fire] Maybe we're outta gas.
Oliver: [glancing up from under the hood with his famous restrained-fury haughtily-arrogant gaze in reaction to Laurel's apparent incompetence] Mind - - your own - - BIZness!
Stanley: [reaches down to the dashboard and pulls out a large knob - - probably the choke or throttle - - causing a huge jet of clear liquid to shoot out of the intake-valve and straight into Hardy's face as he's peering down and tinkering with it] What happened?
Oliver: [disgustedly scowling back at Laurel with a drenched dripping face] We're NOT out of GAS!