Dragnet 1967 (TV Series)

The Big Shipment (1967)

Jack Webb: Sergeant Joe Friday

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Quotes 

• Peter Witmer : [Friday has made motions to Shanklin to empty his pockets; Shanklin does so]  I don't see why you don't leave him alone. You don't have to roust the poor guy. He can't hear and he can't talk and you're treating him like a bum!

  Sergeant Joe Friday : [Friday finds a slip of paper in Shanklin's wallet and reads it. He angrily slams Shanklin's wallet onto the table]  I'm gonna ask you once more: Who did you pick the stuff up for?

  Peter Witmer : He couldn't tell you if he wanted to!

  Sergeant Joe Friday : This says he can! It's a receipt from a music store for two phonograph records.

  [to Shanklin] 

  Sergeant Joe Friday : Now what do you do, Shanklin - sit there and watch the labels go around? Come on - who are you and Witmer working for?

  Wallace Shanklin : I told you it would never work!

  Peter Witmer : You stupid jerk!

  Sergeant Joe Friday : Let's have it!

  Wallace Shanklin : They told me if I was ever picked up to play deaf and dumb and since I didn't have nothing on file they could get me off!

  Sergeant Joe Friday : All right, who's the big man?

  Wallace Shanklin : I'm gonna tell him!

  Peter Witmer : You do that, fink, and I wouldn't give you eight cents for your future!

  Sergeant Joe Friday : That's enough of that! Come on, Shanklin!

  Wallace Shanklin : The guy you want is Sal Romero. He's the one we picked the stuff up for!

  Peter Witmer : You really are stupid, aren't you?

  Wallace Shanklin : Why do you say that?

  Peter Witmer : You just didn't think!

  Wallace Shanklin : What do you mean?

  Peter Witmer : Why didn't you tell him you bought the records for a friend?

  [Witmer pauses and muses over his own stupid remark] 

• Mrs. Donaldson : [from upstairs, off camera, yelling]  What is it, George?

  George Donaldson : [yelling in reply]  Police! They're looking for somebody named Jerome.

  Mrs. Donaldson : In the middle of the night?

  Sergeant Joe Friday : The man we're looking for limps. He may live around here.

  George Donaldson : [yelling to wife]  They say he limps!

  Mrs. Donaldson : What?

  George Donaldson : The fella they're looking for. They say he limps!

  Mrs. Donaldson : Well, you will, too, if you don't close that door and come to bed!

  George Donaldson : [puts blindfold over his eyes, closes the door, walks away. Loud crash from inside the house] 

  Sergeant Joe Friday , Officer Bill Gannon : [look at closed door, exchange puzzled looks, walk away]