The Fall Guy

'Nifty' Herman:
Say, why don't you come in on that proposition I spoke to you about?

Johnny Quinlan:
Well, eh, you didn't tell me just exactly what it was, Nifty.

'Nifty' Herman:
You should worry what it is! There's a lot of Jack in it. Come on inside and we'll gab about it.

Johnny Quinlan:
These joints he runs, they're bootleg, ain't they?

'Nifty' Herman:
What of it? There ain't no danger. Except in that your arms might get lame once in awhile from countin' the dough you'll be making.

'Nifty' Herman:
When I gave you this job, I told you never to bring that stuff here! You think I want the bulls to find it out?

'Hutch':
Well, I...

'Nifty' Herman:
You won't be well long, if you make another mistake like this! Now, get outta here before I blow you out!

Johnny Quinlan:
Ah, quit your crabbin', will you.

Bertha Quinlan:
I'll quit crabbin' when you explain why you took that saxophone money back from Danny!

Johnny Quinlan:
You would squawk, wouldn't you.

Danny Walsh:
Squawk? I ain't said a word. That collector fellow was here again.

Bertha Quinlan:
Sometimes, I bet you wish you was free without a wife to bother you, huh, Johnny?

Johnny Quinlan:
Nah!

Bertha Quinlan:
You still love me?

Johnny Quinlan:
What do you think!

Bertha Quinlan:
Oh, I don't know. I'm afraid I nag you too much.

Johnny Quinlan:
That's alright, Bert. Why, if it wasn't for scrapin' once in awhile, we'd never have nothin' to talk about.

Danny Walsh:
Sufferin' swordfish!

Danny Walsh:
Pick up your dogs!

Johnny Quinlan:
Well, lift your big feet!

Bertha Quinlan:
I know that wrong is wrong. And no amount of talkin' can make me see it otherwise. Can't you see your startin' going around with a lot of crooks and before you know it you'll be with 'em. Right down in the gutter! But, if that's where you're going, I ain't going with ya. I made up my mind, Johnny, I just come to this. You can take your choice. If that thing stays here, then, I'm going to leave.

Johnny Quinlan:
Pick up the dice, Bert. You win.

Danny Walsh:
A long while ago I asked could I get some sperm oil. I ain't seen it yet.

Bertha Quinlan:
What would I be doing with sperm oil?

Danny Walsh:
I wouldn't care to take a chance on none of them cheap oils. I guess I'll just have to spit on it.

Danny Walsh:
That guy's a bull.

Johnny Quinlan:
What?

Danny Walsh:
A bull! I just now remembered. When Clancy's still blew up, I was there. That flat-footed mug come to investigate it.

Danny Walsh:
Newton's a high-class crook or a copper. I don't know which.

Johnny Quinlan:
As for you, baby, that last wham of yours just cleared the bases!

Johnny Quinlan:
Well, what can you expect from a guy, whose own sister, makes his flat a meetin' place for a lot of bulls!

Charles Newton:
What's in the suitcase?

Johnny Quinlan:
Hooch!

Johnny Quinlan:
I can't hold no job or nothin'. I don't know why you married me? If you'd a married Bill Dugan, you'd be livin' in luxury now. Taxi drivers, gettin' forty a week!

'Nifty' Herman:
Oh, Johnny, you, you done great work, Johnny. Oh, J, you used your bean, alright!

'Nifty' Herman:
You dirty rat, John Quinlan! You skunk! You stool pigeon!

Charles Newton:
I've got a job for you. But, one Quinlan is enough in my office. I'm going to fire her.

Johnny Quinlan:
Oh, what, Lottie?

Charles Newton:
Yes. I'm going to give her a better job. I think it's listed in civil service as, a, housewife.

Johnny Quinlan:
Welcome to the family, Charlie!