Reefer Madness (1936)
Bureau Official: Here is an example: A fifteen-year-old lad apprehended in the act of staging a holdup - fifteen years old and a marijuana addict. Here is a most tragic case.
Dr. Carroll: Yes. I remember. Just a young boy... under the influence of drugs... who killed his entire family with an axe.
Dr. Carroll: ...Failing this, the next tragedy may be that of your daughter's... or your son's... or yours... or yours...
[points to camera]
Dr. Carroll: or yours!
Opening crawl: The motion picture ou are about to witness may startle you. It would not have been possible, otherwise, to sufficently emphasize the frightful toll of the new drug menace which is destroying the youth of America in alarmingly increasing numbers. Marihuana
Opening crawl: is that drug - a violent narcotic - an unspeakable scourge - The Real Public Enemy Number One!
Dr. Carroll: I'm going to ask you a straightforward question: isn't it true that you have, perhaps unwillingly, acquired a certain habit through association with certain undesirable people?
Mae: What time is it?
Jack: Time to get up and give this place the goin' over. It looks like the marines have landed.
Mae: Well, that bunch last night was high enough to take over the marines and the navy!
Jack: Oh, why don't you button up your lip? You're always squawkin' about something. You've got more static than a radio.
[Jack fixes Mae a drink that is not filled as high as she'd prefer]
Mae: Hey, what an I? An orphan?
[he pours more into the glass]
Jack: Where do you put it? D'ya got a hollow leg?
[Blanche introduces Bill to Mae]
Blanche: This is Bill Harper. He's okay.
[Mae travels to other room]
Mae: There's a new one in today.
Jack: Yeah - Bill Harper. He's all right.
[Jimmy finishes a reefer before driving back]
Jimmy: Let's go, Jack. I'm red-hot!
Jack: Better be careful how you drive, or the first thing you know you'll be ice cold.
Blanche: Oh, snap out if it, will ya? It's not our fault. Why did I ever bring him up there anyway? He's just a kid. They can't hang him.
Ralph: Shut up. SHUT UP!
Bill: Ya know after that session we had yesterday, I went home and told mother that the trouble with her pot roast gravy was that she hadn't added three heaping teaspoonfuls of olive oil.
Mary: What did she say?
Bill: She didn't say anything; she just threw me out of the kitchen.
Mary: Why, no wonder.
[after realizing the box is empty]
Ralph: Mae? MAE!
Mae: What do you want?
Ralph: Bring me some reefers!
Ralph: I know what you want. You want to kill ME!
Jack: You're crazy. Take it easy, kid. I just wanta talk ta ya.
[Ralph then brutally assaults Jack]