'G' Men

Jeff McCord:
They're in that circle somewhere.

James 'Brick' Davis:
Only six states. We've got them cornered.

James 'Brick' Davis:
I'm leaving tomorrow morning. That puts me on the other side of the fence than you, Mac.

'Mac' McKay, aka Joseph Lynch:
That's where you ought to be.

James 'Brick' Davis:
Yes, but they're out to get you. You and everybody else in your racket. And if they assign me to go after you, I've got to use everything I know about you.

'Mac' McKay, aka Joseph Lynch:
You've got to play ball with them, Brick. Go to it.

James 'Brick' Davis:
Then that's the way you want me to play it?

'Mac' McKay, aka Joseph Lynch:
That's the only way to play it.

Collins:
I never knock.

Jean Morgan:
Well, it does save getting splinters in your knuckles. Someday someone's gonna knock you flat.

Jeff McCord:
A very funny remark.

Hugh Farrell:
No? We'll see.

Danny Leggett:
Yeah. We'll see.

Jeff McCord:
We're gonna make the word "government" poison to them if it's the last thing we do.

James 'Brick' Davis:
You haven't had an attack of brilliance lately. Why don't you try guessing?

Collins:
Give me noise! Give me lots of noise!

Jeff McCord:
Hello.

Hugh Farrell:
Well, you look like you're not going to New York.

Jeff McCord:
No, I'm not going to New York. I'm gonna keep on pounding the ABC's of crime into the gold-plated skulls of these babes in arms. [leafing through some applications] Law school graduate, law school graduate, law school graduate. Listen to this: Mr. James Davis, Doctor of Law, Doctor of Philosophy, Phi Beta Kappa. Now, isn't that sweet! Phi Beta Kappa!

James 'Brick' Davis:
[appearing behind them] What's yours... 'Flat Foot-a Copp-a'?

Jeff McCord:
Who said that? Who are you?

James 'Brick' Davis:
I'm Davis, but don't let that spoil your fun. Go right ahead.

Jeff McCord:
So, you're Mr. Davis.

James 'Brick' Davis:
Uh-huh, and you're McCord.

Jeff McCord:
That's right. And this is Mr. Farrell.

Hugh Farrell:
Hi-ya.

James 'Brick' Davis:
[shaking hands] Hello.

Jeff McCord:
And, we're not Phi Beta Kappa.

James 'Brick' Davis:
No, I gathered that.

Jeff McCord:
A very funny remark.

Hugh Farrell:
Oh, lay off him, Jeff. He seems to be all right.

Jeff McCord:
Sure, a perfect legal specimen, but I don't think I like you, Mr. Davis.

James 'Brick' Davis:
No, and I can't work up much of a sweat over that kisser of yours, either.

Jeff McCord:
However, my personal attitude will have no bearing on your advancement. I think I'll take charge of your training personally.

Bruce J. Gregory:
[addressing a congressional committee] The state police cannot combat these criminals, neither can the city police. The law prohibits them from pursuing criminals across state lines. Now, with the automobile and the airplane, these gangs can get from state to state in a few hours. When Hugh Farrell died in that slaughter, he didn't even have a gun to defend himself. A federal agent is not permitted to have a gun. He can't even make an arrest without first obtaining a local warrant. Gentlemen, give us national laws with teeth in them, covering the whole field of interstate crime. Permit us to work with full effect with the state police agencies, and these gangs will be wiped out.

Congressman:
What laws do you need most?

Bruce J. Gregory:
Make bank robbery and kidnapping federal crimes. Make it a federal crime to kill a government agent, or to flee across a state line to avoid arrest or to avoid testifying as a witness. ARM YOUR AGENTS, and not just with revolvers. If these gangsters want to use machine guns, then give your special agents machine guns, shot guns, tear gas, everything else! This is war! Now, understand: I don't want to make them a group of quick trigger men, but I do want the underworld to know that when a federal agent draws his gun, he's ready and equipped to shoot to kill with the least possible waste of bullets.

Collins:
Remember to keep that tin badge of yours in Washington - if ya come around here stickin' ya puss into our affairs, you'll get a belly full of this.