Union Depot (1932)
Scrap Iron Scratch: You just can't keep away from windows with bars, can you, Chick?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Oh, bars ain't half bad, Scrap Iron, not when you're on the outside lookin' in.
Panhandler Wanting One Dollar: Hey buddy, would you give a poor man a dollar?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: A dollar? You got a lot of nerve! If you'd asked for a dime or a quarter, I might have done something.
Panhandler Wanting One Dollar: [Indignantly] Say, listen, all I asked you is to give me a buck. You don't wanna give it to me, say so, but don't tell me how to run my business!
Charles 'Chick' Miller: [laughing admiringly at his independent spirit] That wins a dollar, beau!
[He tosses him the money]
Men's Room Attendant: [Brushing off Chick's suit] Yes, suh, I sure Savannahed them folks out!
Charles 'Chick' Miller: That so?
[Not realizing that the suit he's wearing has money in its pocket]
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Well, the smallest thing I have is a twenty.
Men's Room Attendant: [Amused] Boss, if I had change for that right now, I'd be attending a Southern girl lavishly!
Charles 'Chick' Miller: [to Ruth] Now, let's have a good look at you, Ruthie.
[Taking off her hat and obviously finding her attractive]
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Well, well, the gentleman said. The more you see the more you wanna see.
Ruth Collins: I'm no pollyanna or sweet sixteen either. I've been around. I know what it's all about, but, gee, I always try to keep decent. There's a few things I draw the line on. Dr. Bernardi is one of them.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Go ahead. You got me interested. Then what'd he do?
Ruth Collins: Well, at first he said his eyes were bad, and he couldn't read, so he offered to pay me fifty cents an hour to read to him at night after work. Well, that was all right, but the kind of books he read...
Ruth Collins: Gee, I didn't know they printed them so bad. He said he got them in Europe.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Yeah? Yeah, I've seen the type in hotel lobbies lookin' up at balconies.
Scrap Iron Scratch: [to Chick] Hey, I'd rather starve than eat those vagrancy beans again.
Scrap Iron Scratch: [Last lines] Gentleman for a day.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: [as they walk down the tracks] C'mon. Let's get goin'.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Gee, you're a swell guy, Chief. I don't blame you for not believing me. I don't believe myself sometimes.
Scrap Iron Scratch: Gee, what is it, a fiddle?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: [holding a violin case] No, a piano.
Ruth Collins: Oh, I beg your pardon. I thought you were someone else.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: You're right. I am somebody else, but don't let that stop you. Sit down.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: You aren't really a well kept woman till you've accepted at least three pair.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: And a bottle of Lily of the Valley.
Scrap Iron Scratch: I'm starvin' and you ask me riddles.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Riddles or not, I'm heading straight for a dining room with soft, soothin' music, a table sitting right next to a kitchen, a good lookin' waitress just strivin' to please. Say, how would you like, right now, a thick porterhouse steak, just smothered in onions? Brown potatoes bobbin' up and down in country gravy? A flock of hot biscuits and some honey on the side? A cut of raisin pie? And a cup of coffee? Could you go for that?
Ruth Collins: Please get this straight, I need the money. I need it badly and I wouldn't go with you...
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Oh, sure, I know. You don't have to explain, honey, I've been around.
Ruth Collins: I've got to have 64 dollars and 50 cents. And I've got to have it now, tonight!
Charles 'Chick' Miller: What's the 50 cents for? War tax?
Ruth Collins: If I don't get it, oh, I don't know what...
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Oh, that's alright. 64 bucks is a lot of dough. But, I've got it, if that's what you mean.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: I can't stand when anyone plays me for a sucker. Why, only a couple of minutes ago I walked out on a little tramp. The minute I saw you, I knew it was a conquest.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Now what's the matter?
Ruth Collins: Just hungry, I guess.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: What you need is a little drinkie!
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Are you one of them melancholy numbers? 'Cause if you are, the party's off right now.
Ruth Collins: No, I feel fine. Honest, I do.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Nobody's going to sing the blues around me! I got enough troubles of my own. Besides, you don't toss out 64 bucks every day, just to get in the dumpster!
Ruth Collins: Oh, don't be silly. I'll be alright. I just need a little drink.
Ruth Collins: I was broke and I had to do something. But, what can a chorus girl with a broken ankle do?
Scrap Iron Scratch: Say, you ain't turned gigolo, have you?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: No. Still a sucker. Santi Claus in wolf's pajamas.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: I bet you'd look like a million bucks in that dress. And I bet it don't even cost half that.
Ruth Collins: It's probably not my size.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Don't be so sure.
Ruth Collins: Anyway, we came here to buy stockings.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Nah, you'll get arrested, running around in nothing but stockings.
Kendall: You're not going to gain a thing by stalling. You got them from Bushy Sloan. You're supposed to turn them over to the guy that's coming in from St. Louis on the number 6. Pretty slick mob. We were looking for a man down here and they've got a woman to meet the train. Well, come on, cough up.
Ruth Collins: I have nothing to tell you. I don't know anything about it.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Did he give you the dough?
[Referring to Chick]
Ruth Collins: No.
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Don't you believe her. Sure, I gave her the sugar and here's more.
Kendall: What did you do today, from noon on?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Well, at noon today, I was - I was in the city jail.
Kendall: Yea, what for?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Vagrancy.
Ruth Collins: Chick?
Kendall: What's wrong with you, sister?
Charles 'Chick' Miller: Oh, lay off her, can't you! She just found out her Santi Claus was a hobo.
Kendall: And your the bird that was going to sue the Government. Well, you better get lined up with a lawyer, Bushy, your washed up!
Scrap Iron Scratch: Say, Chief, does that pass go for me too?
Kendall: Sure. But, I ought to throw you in the hoosegow on general principals.
Scrap Iron Scratch: General who? I never heard of him.
Police Officer Bert Brady: It's going to be cold winter, hobo. Maybe you'll wish you were back at that hoosegow!
Scrap Iron Scratch: Say, I can always get in if I change my mind. Where I'm going, there ain't no winter. No snow. No ice. Nothing but palm trees and pineapples and beautiful gals singing love songs.
Working Girl #1: Call Ruby and tell her the fleet's in.
Working Girl #2: Call her yourself. I ain't invitin' no competition. I'm setting out to sea myself.
Detective: I did an examination for the Secret Service once. They've got a cinch with nothing to do but bumming around with the Government paying all their expenses. Riding around on soft, pullman cushions. Yeah, that's the kind of a job we ought to have.
Police Officer Bert Brady: What do you mean we? I'm satisfied here.
Detective: I don't mean you. I mean me and my fanny.
Police Officer Bert Brady: Oh, I didn't know you was married.
Sailor: Why don't you be reasonable?
Working Girl #2: Oh, shut up.
Sailor: Oh, come on, Sweetheart. I ain't like most sailors.
Working Girl #2: Then, I ain't interested.