The Blackbird

The Bishop:
My boy, you must first return everything you have stolen.

West End Bertie:
You have suggested my intensions... precisely!

The Bishop:
When you 'ave done this, then come to me. I will always be your friend.

The Blackbird:
God... I can't stand it! The pain! The pain!

Title Card:
London's Limehouse District - with its lust, greed, and love... a sea of fog; a stream of human faces.

The Bishop:
We're brothers all... my friends. Bear no ill will... life is what we make it.

West End Bertie:
Doing a bit of slumming... would like to see your show.

The Blackbird:
Want me to tell your Dad you're with a Chink? [Young lady starts to cry] Go 'ome and get that paint off your face! [Kicks young lady in her behind as she leaves the vaudeville theater]

The Blackbird:
You're so bloomin' pretty you needs somthin' to protect you; a gun... or somebody.

The Blackbird:
Do you like that? [Referring to a diamond choker] I'll get you one just like it!

Fifi Lorraine:
Pouf! Where you get the money?

Woman with Diamond Choker:
I say... we are going down Plum Alley to see the Chinkies smoking.

West End Bertie:
I say... shall we go?

Bartender:
Frenchy, 'e's waitin' in the bar for you.

West End Bertie:
I didn't shoot him! I take an oath... I didn't shoot him! Someone told the coppers! They came to my flat! I was escaping... a shot was fired -...

West End Bertie:
Now I know you... you dirty coppers' nark!

The Blackbird:
- and oh, 'ow sweet an' clean you've made me!

The Blackbird:
But I'll fool 'em! I can't let 'em get me... I'll fool 'em!

The Blackbird:
I'm foolin' 'em... I'm foolin' 'em... I'm foolin' 'em -...

Music Hall Announcer:
[to Fifi] The Blackbird's fair balmy over you... 'e sent you a present.