The Glass Key

Rusty:
My first wife was the second cook at a third-rate joint on 4th Street.

Paul Madvig:
I just met the swellest dame... She smacked me in the kisser.

Paul Madvig:
I'm going to society. He's practically given me the key to his house.

Ed Beaumont:
Yeah, a glass key. Be sure it doesn't break in your hand.

Nick Varna:
I'm too big to take the boot from you now.

Paul Madvig:
You may be too big to take it laying down, Nick, but you're gonna take it. You are taking it.

[On the phone to the police chief]

Paul Madvig:
Look, Rainey, I just got the tip that Nick is opening his Golden Club, tonight. Yeah, slam them down so hard they'll splash.

[Hangs up]

Paul Madvig:
Well, Nick, now you know where you stand.

[to Janet Henry]

Ed Beaumont:
I get along very well with Paul because he's on the dead up-and-up. Why don't *you* try it sometime?

Paul Madvig:
If you figure on getting married with *my* rock, you're nuts.

Nick Varna:
You talk too much with your mouth, Jeff.

Jeff:
Hey, Rusty, Little Rubber Ball is back. I told you he liked the way we bounced him around.

Jeff:
Wait a minute, you mean I don't get to smack Baby?

Paul Madvig:
Hiya, Big Brain! See what I mean?

Ed Beaumont:
You're gonna die laughing.

Nurse:
Are you awake? There's a lady here to see you.

Ed Beaumont:
What kind of a lady?

Nurse:
Miss Janet Henry.

Ed Beaumont:
Tell her to go away.

Nurse:
I can't do that. She knows you're better.

Ed Beaumont:
When are we gonna be alone again?

Nurse:
*Never* if I can help it.

Ed Beaumont:
Then I suppose I'll *have* to see her.

Nurse:
No wonder people *beat* you up.

Ed Beaumont:
What'll we talk about?

Janet Henry:
You. [pause] Comfortable here?

Ed Beaumont:
More or less.

Janet Henry:
No fun?

Ed Beaumont:
No fun.

Janet Henry:
Hasn't your *nurse* been treating you well?

Ed Beaumont:
Not as well as I'd like.

Janet Henry:
Poor boy. If I'd known you were being neglected, I would have come sooner.

Man at campaign headquarters:
But Paul, I can't make my boys vote the reform ticket!

Paul Madvig:
Why not? Most of them come from the reform school.

Paul Madvig:
-to hospital doctor- Look... If that guy dies, I'm gonna turn this place into a warehouse.