The Roaring Twenties (1939)
Panama Smith: He's dead.
Cop: Well, who is this guy?
Panama Smith: This is Eddie Bartlett.
Cop: Well, how're you hooked up with him?
Panama Smith: I could never figure it out.
Cop: What was his business?
Panama Smith: He used to be a big shot.
Eddie Bartlett: I trust my friends.
George Halley: That guys a sucker. I don't trust any of my friends.
Panama Smith: The feeling's mutual, George. They don't trust you either.
George Halley: [In the shell hole, battle raging overhead] What's a matta' kid? Ya' scared?
Lloyd Hart: Yes I am.
George Halley: [Chuckles unsympathetically] No heart, huh?
Lloyd Hart: I'm beginning to think so. At least I haven't got any heart for this. I thought this business would be over with before I got here.
George Halley: What, are you a college kid?
Lloyd Hart: I just finished law school.
Eddie Bartlett: Oh, a lawyer, huh? Can you think of anything that can get us out of this hole?
George Halley: Aw, he wouldn't if he could. He's one of them guys that cheer the loudest back home, and then when they get over here and the goin' gets tough they fold up.
Eddie Bartlett: [Annoyed] Shut up...
George Halley: I'm talkin' to him...
Eddie Bartlett: [Talking to George] And I'm talkin' to YOU. I don't like heels or big mouths. We're all scared, and why shouldn't we be? Whaddya' think they're usin' in this war, water pistols?
Eddie Bartlett: [Talking to Lloyd] You're all right, kid. I like guys who are honest with themselves. Stay that way.
Eddie Bartlett: [the shelling around them has died down] Come on. Looks like it's quieted down.
[the three men make their way out of the shell hole]
Lloyd Hart: [the men are taking cover in a bombed-out farmhouse, shooting at German soldiers somewhere off-screen] When is this "armistice" they've been talking about for the past four days?
Eddie Bartlett: That's just another rumor. This brawl's gonna' go on forever.
Lloyd Hart: If I ever get back, I'm gonna' have a swell law office in the Woolworth Building. Have it all picked out, on the 28th floor. Can see the whole city: the Bay, Brooklyn...
Eddie Bartlett: Whaddya' wanna' look at Brooklyn for?
George Halley: [the men are taking cover in a bombed-out farmhouse, shooting at German soldiers somewhere off-screen. Lloyd takes aim at a German soldier, but hesitates, then lowers his rifle] Whatsa' matta', "Harvard," did you lose the Heine?
Lloyd Hart: No... but he looks like a kid, about 15 years old.
[Aims his rifle and without any hesitation shoots the young German soldier]
George Halley: He won't be sixteen.
[Seconds later, a fellow soldier rushes in to tell them the war is over, the Armistice has been signed]
Panama Smith: I think you're a pretty decent guy. I like to talk to decent guys. They're hard to find.
George Hally: I always say, when you got a job to do, get somebody else to do it.
Panama Smith: I'm sick of watching you try to put out that torch you carry for her with a lot of cheap hooch. Who does the kid look like?
Eddie Bartlett: Like her.
Panama Smith: And they got a nice house.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, it's a nice house if you like that kind of a house, but for me, uh, I'll take a hotel anytime. You know that.
Panama Smith: Me too. Ain't it funny how our tastes have always run the same? Ever since the first time we met. I can just picture you living in the suburbs, working in a garden, raising flowers and kids. Wouldn't that be a laugh.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, wouldn't I look cute?
Eddie Bartlett: One thing, Lloyd. They tell me your boss is building a case against our old friend, George.
Lloyd Hart: The case is already built, Eddie.
Eddie Bartlett: Yeah, well, you remember what he said would happen if you ever told what you knew about him?
Lloyd Hart: I remember.
Eddie Bartlett: So does he.
George Halley: [while running across the battlefield ablaze with an artillery barrage in progress, Eddie has just dived into a gaping shell hole for cover. He practically lands on top of another soldier who is already in the crater] Now, do you always come into a rat hole like that?
Eddie Bartlett: What do you want me to do, knock?
George Halley: [Yet another soldier has dived into the shell hole for cover] There's ten thousand shell holes around here and everybody's gotta' come divin' into this one.
George Halley: [Referring to The Sergeant, who rides roughshod over the men] Someday I'm gonna' catch that ape without his stripes on and I'm gonna' kick his teeth out.
Eddie Bartlett: [Mockingly looking George up and down] You must be quite a guy back home.
George Halley: [Shrugs nonchalantly] I do all right.
Fletcher's Garage Mechanic: [Eddie, in his Army uniform, returns to his old place of employment - a garage - seeking to get his job back] That guy thinks he's gonna' get my job just because he's got a uniform on. He used to work here.
Fletcher's Garage Mechanic: Yeah, those monkey's are gonna' find out what a picnic they had on Uncle Sam's dough while we stayed home and WORKED!
Eddie Bartlett: [speaking to Jean Sherman] You want the Brooklyn Bridge, all you gotta do is ask for it. If I can't buy it, I'll steal it.
Eddie Bartlett: You always said you were going to take real good care of me, didn't you George?
George Halley: Wait a minute Eddie, I can explain!
Eddie Bartlett: Here's one rap you ain't gonna beat!
Panama Smith: Things have been pretty tough, haven't they?
Eddie Bartlett: They could be tougher. A guy in the cell with me was talkin' about bumpin' himself off. Until I get around to that, I'm doin' all right.
Narrator: 1929. As the dizzy decade nears its end, the country is stock market crazy. The great and the humble... the rich man and the working man... the housewife and the shop girl. All take their daily flyer in the market, and no one seems to lose. Then like a bombshell comes that never-to-be-forgotten Black Tuesday, October 29. Confusion spreads throught the canyons of New York's financial district. And men stare wild-eyed at the spectacle of complete ruin. More than 16 and a half million shares change hands in a single day of frenzied selling. The paper fortunes built up over the last few years crumble into nothing before this disaster which is to touch every man woman and child in America.
Narrator: [Opening lines - various clips of 1930's news footages are shown] Today, while the earth shakes beneath the heels of marching troops, while a great portion of the world trembles before the threats of acquisitive power-mad men, we of America have little time to remember an astounding era in our own recent history. An era which will grow more and more incredible with each passing generation until someday people will say it never could have happened at all. April, 1918: almost a million American young men are engaged in a struggle which, they have been told, will make the world safe for democracy.
[Scene switches to World War I battlefield action, somewhere in France]
George Halley: [In the shell hole: Eddie offers a cigarette to George. He in turn takes it, and then picks out bugs that apparently infest everything] Ah, look at that. Them cooties are gettin' desperate: they're feedin' off tobacco.
Eddie Bartlett: How much can a cootie smoke?
Eddie Bartlett: [Eddie, in his Army uniform, returns to his old place of employment - a garage - seeking to get his job back. He speaks to his former boss] Hello, Mr. Fletcher.
Mr. Fletcher: [Surprised to see Eddie] Why, when did you blow in?
Eddie Bartlett: Just now. Sure good to be back.
Mr. Fletcher: I'll bet it is. What are you gonna' do?
Eddie Bartlett: Oh, rest up a couple of days, see a few of the boys, and then I'm ready to go to work.
Mr. Fletcher: That's fine. Whaddya' gonna' do? Where ya' gonna' work?
Eddie Bartlett: [Confused] Whaddya' mean, "Where am I gonna' work"? I was gonna' come back here.
Mr. Fletcher: Sorry, Eddie, I haven't got anything for you.
Eddie Bartlett: Now wait a minute. Maybe I'm in the wrong garage. What was that line you handed me about my job always waiting for me when I got back?
Mr. Fletcher: Times have changed, Eddie. That boy over there's been working almost two years. Whaddya' want me to do, can him just because you came back?
Eddie Bartlett: No... no, I couldn't ask you to do that, could I? All right... Thanks.
[after a shootout in the club, all the patrons run out in a panic and as the bodies are being carried out]
Eddie Bartlett: Where you going
Panama Smith: I'm looking for some excitement. There's a lull in the action
The Sergeant: When you get an order in the army, buddy, you jump!
George Halley: You mean like you did when you worked for my old man and he caught you stealin' nickels?
The Sergeant: I ain't workin' for him now and I ain't workin' for you.
George Halley: Yeah well you might be. I'm gonna give you a break. I'm gonna let you stand behind the bar with all your medals on and tell all the drunks how you won the war.