Gentleman Jim

Victoria Ware:
[after being kissed by Corbett] Fine way for a gentleman to behave.

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
Oh, darling, that gentleman stuff never fooled you, did it? I'm no gentleman.

Victoria Ware:
In that case, I'm no lady. [they kiss again]

[repeated line]

Walter Lowrie:
The Corbetts are at it again! The Corbetts are at it again!

Judge Geary:
We'll take in a few clean-cut boys from good families, and if we can't make you fighters into gentlemen, we'll try to make some gentlemen into fighters.

Victoria Ware:
...you know there really aren't two sides of the tracks to San Francisco. There's only the lucky and the unlucky, those that happened to grab the right moment and those that didn't, and don't you let this Nob Hill crowd deceive you either. After all, we all started out with the same wooden washtubs.

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
[to Victoria Ware] That's the girl! You just keep pulling for me to lose, will you? That's the way I like it! Bring me good luck!

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
Well, Miss Ware, if I get knocked out, I hope you'll throw a little water on me.

Victoria Ware:
When you get knocked out, Mr. Corbett, I'll throw some champagne on you.

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
Yeah, uh, well, make sure it's good champagne.

Pat Corbett:
Do you see that hand?

Harry Corbett:
[In unison] Yes.

Mary Corbett:
[In unison] Yes.

George Corbett:
[In unison] Yes.

Pat Corbett:
Well, you're gazin' on the hand that shook the hand of John L. Sullivan!

George Corbett:
John L. Sullivan?

Harry Corbett:
John L. Sullivan?

Mary Corbett:
John Sullivan?

Ma Corbett:
[Emphasizing the middle initial] John L. Sullivan!

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
Well, what are you planning to do with it?

Pat Corbett:
Well, I'm not even gonna wash it!

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
[Watching his inebriated father's weaving walk home] Here comes Pop! Uh, he's walkin' the tightrope again.

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
I've seen you around San Francisco a few times but from a long distance, of course.

John L. Sullivan:
Well, seein' me from a long distance is a smart idea, young fella.

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
The first time I saw you fight I was just a bit of a kid. There wasn't a man alive who could have stood up to you then. And tonight, well, I was just mighty glad that you weren't the John L. Sullivan of ten years ago.

John L. Sullivan:
Is that what you're thinkin' now?

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
That's what I was thinking before I got into the ring with you.

John L. Sullivan:
That's a fine decent thing for you to say, Jim. I don't knopw how we might have come out, oh, say, eight or ten tears ago. I... maybe I was faster then, but if I was, tonight you're the fastest thing on two feet

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
[Looking at an enormously oversized derby he has been given by Victoria as a joke] Well, it wouldn't take many of these to make a dozen. How'd you guess my size?

Victoria Ware:
You're thinking about Sullivan?

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
Yeah. I can see him now walking back to his room, alone, lying there all night and thinking, 'What's the use of ever getting up again?' John L! He'll never thump another bar and shout, 'I can lick any man in the world.' He must be lost.

James J. Corbett aka Gentleman Jim:
If I get lost, I'll send up a rocket.

Victoria Ware:
It wouldn't surprise me.