- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Ed grabs her arm tightly] Say! That hurts a little bit.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: And you don't like to be hurt, do you?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, I don't know.
- [Suggestively]
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Kinda fun sometimes if it's done in the right spirit.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: [Pushes her away] Get the beer!
- Title Card: Instead of the glorification of cowardly gangsters, we need the glorification of policemen who do their duty and give their lives in public protection. If the police had the vigilant, universal backing of public opinion in their communities, if they had the implacable support of the prosecuting authorities and the courts - I am convinced that our police would stamp out the excessive crime - which has disgraced some of our great cities - President Herbert Hoover.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I didn't like his ways.
- [Laying down on a bed seductively]
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I don't mind taking orders, but there's one decision that's always up to me.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Come on, sit up like a lady! I know that trick!
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, unintentional, mister.
- [Lying in a laguorously sensual position]
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Say, do you think I'm so dumb as to pull a gag like that?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: You might. You're built for it!
- Abe Gorman: But chief I forgot to tell you about...
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Yes you forgot to tell me about hitting an officer over the head. You forgot to tell me about shooting a little girl down in the gutter. You forgot to tell me about killing one of the finest white men that ever lived!
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: [enters jail cell full of yelling prisoners who suddenly go quiet] Well, sounds like the inside of a bird store. Lot of fine brave boys aren't you? Come on, why don't you keep it up? Teacher's lookin' at you. That why? It'd be different if you were hidin' behind an alley door wouldn't it? It'd be different if you had that shot of hop handy so you could pump yourself full of enough guts to shoot somebody in the back . Take away your guns and your hop and you're nothing but crawling yellow maggots.
- Pat - Police Car 47 Driver: I tell you, Joel, you'll change your mind. You just had a tough experience. That's all.
- Joel - Police Car 47: Aw, baloney. I learned about women from her. Say, I wouldn't look at another dame if she was Zigfield's best!
- Police Dispatcher: [On the radio] Calling car number 47, number 4 - 7, a nude woman at the corner of Elm and Berry.
- Joel - Police Car 47: Oh, let's go! Hurry, we might lose her!
- Police Dispatcher: [On the radio] A nude woman at the corner of Elm and Berry. All other cars stay away.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Wait a minute. Let's talk in comfort. I got some real swell beer on the ice.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Sure, and a glass with some knock-out drops for me.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, you gotta stop going to the movies.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: I hate Belmonte and that crowd because they're behind everything in this town that's rotten. I mean to wipe 'em out if it takes hot lead.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: [Trying to discourage one of Belmonte's gun molls in the bedroom] Listen, I'm an old man. I left my youth in the capitals of Europe.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Seductively] You know, it's a funny thing. You drink beer to make you cool - and it just makes yuh hot.
- [She tugs on and flaps the low neck cleavage part of her dress]
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I can't stand it. I gotta do something about it.
- [She seductively walks away]
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Well what else can you do? What do you expect me to do with gunmen, dope peddlers, and sneak thieves? Kiss 'em on the forehead or slap 'em on the wrist?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Are you married?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Nope.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I thought all cops were married.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I'll stick to variety.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Ooh, a girl in every precinct, huh?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: [drunkenly] Yeah, somethin' like that.
- Policeman #3 on Telephone: If you keep your shades down, you wouldn't be bothered. Put yourself in his position.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Listen, I may know some of the big shots in this racket, see, but that's all. When I get a hunch they're going to start arguing, I step next door. I got my own game when I play it and it doesn't include helping somebody to make somebody else to stop breathing. I don't want any murder jobs hung on me.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Opens and looks out her window] Hey, if you want an eyeful, come over here. Look!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Heh?
- [Ed walks over, with a beer, and sees a belly dancer in the next building]
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Oh! Boy! She certainly does know how to wiggle, doesn't she!
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: That girl doesn't know how to dance.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: No?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: No!
- [Walks to the middle of her apartment and seductively starts to dance - Ed watches and suddenly embraces and kisses her]
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: [to his brother Ed] Pay a little more attention to your job, that's all. What do you do with your money anyway? You haven't got any expense living with us. You still running around with a lot of dames? Hey now, get wise to yourself and grow up.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: You've got to get another pint, darling.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: A quart, honey, a quart.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: You sure know me, baby!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: [Ed steps between Daisy and her front door] And don't kick me in the shin, or I'll smack you right in the face!
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: All right, copper!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: How'd you come to think that one up?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Aw, you've got Headquarters written all over yuh!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Smart girl, huh?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Yeah, and I never got past the eighth grade.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Well, maybe you're bright enough to answer a few questions.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Sure, if you don't ask 'em in Yiddish!
- [She pushes past him and goes into the door. Then suggestively]
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Can you come in?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I'm right behind yuh.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [after a passionate kiss] I never thought I'd have a yen for a copper. Are you gonna' try and reform me, huh?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: What for?
- [They kiss passionately again]
- Lt. John 'Mac' McCowsky: [Watching the sergeant's solitaire game] Hey, you're cheatin'! You've got a black queen on a black king!
- Desk Sergeant: What are you kickin' about? They don't seem to mind.
- Reporter: [while eating a sandwich, washed down with a bottle of milk, a plainclothes cop or reporter refers to a man who has been hanged - at least two days ago] That's the way you gotta do with ducks. They're too gamey at first.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Hey, I wanna' talk to you. Heard about Belmonte last night, didn't you?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Yeah, but I can't get all steamed up about it. Dopey and his mob had it coming to them.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: What kind of talk is that?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: English, teacher, English. Shouldn't break our hearts because three or four heels get half-soled.
- Chief of Police: Well, it's just too ridiculous, that's all. Fitz is nothing but a tough, uncouth Irishman. He's liable to make things very embarrassing for you.
- Mayor: A good politician never gets embarrassed, Bert. That's something *you* should have learned.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: [Addressing the assembled policeman, upon his being appointed the new Chief of Police] We're going to start with a clean slate, see? I don't know a thing about any of you. Good or bad, efficient or inefficient. I'm not upsetting any apple cart. Every man keeps the job he's got now until he proves to me he's worth a better one or he has no right on the force at all. I'm not fighting you and you're not fighting me. We're going to fight together. Now this town has become about as rotten as an open grave. Only some of you have got so used to it you don't have to hold your noses anymore. Well, we're going to clean it up, understand? We're going to knock over every speakeasy, hook shop, wheel joint and gin mill from South Canal to North Haven. We're going to keep pulling in every monkey until they get so tired of it they'll all want to lie in the tanks or leave town. Leave the country - not the town, but the country! Each one of you is going to handle your own precinct in your own way. You know more about conditions there than anybody else. What I want is results! If I don't get results there's going to be a shake-up like the inside of a cement mixer. I'll get results if I have to put a patrolman at the head of the vice squad and precinct captains back to teaching rookies drill. All right now, go out and get to work. You'll get official confirmation on all orders before the day's up.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: [the assembled policeman start to applaud loudly, but Jim waves them to be silent] No, no... never mind those open hands. Close them up into fists, and use them!
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Well, I guess you'll have to - start moving right away. You don't mind, do you dear?
- Mary Fitzpatrick: Mama goes where Papa goes.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: You're swell, Mary. Kinda makes a guy want to go on.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I once got a shock from the electric toaster and I never quite forgot about it.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: How did you happen to notice me?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I don't know. You're not exactly a collar ad, but - say, what's your name?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Fitzpatrick.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Not Fightin' Fitz's brother?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: That's right.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Now I can understand - why you were so hard boiled at first.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Say, where's the cripple?
- Mickey Fitzpatrick: Right here!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Hi Jim.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Kid... how are ya?
- Mickey Fitzpatrick: Daddy's shot. Isn't it swell!
- Mary Fitzpatrick: Why, Mickey, how do you say such a thing!
- Mickey Fitzpatrick: Well, it is swell, isn't it?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Well, you big baboon, they couldn't keep you off the front page if they put you in a straight jacket. Been kinda insulting you, haven't they?
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Mary's been reading me a lot of hot air.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Aw, it's not a lot of hot air. It's hysteria! Your names being flung around headquarters like a pass to a speakeasy.
- Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick: Where have you been keeping yourself lately? Busy?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Yeah, I've been real busy these days - junkie investigation.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Opening a beer] Oh, boy, did I get you all wet?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I've always been all wet, honey.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I wish somebody would invent one of these bottles that didn't always fizz.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I'll take care of that the first thing in the morning.
- [Toasting]
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Down the boobie hatch.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: It's pretty hot tonight.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: You're telling me!
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: No, I mean the orchestra. It's not as good as that one at Purple Lodge. Remember? Say, let's go up there this weekend. We never go any place anymore, except come to this dump!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Oh, listen, baby, it's you and me all alone and nobody around. That's a real part of the act, isn't it?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I know, but, look, Ed, suppose you like corn meal mush too. It gets a little monotonous if you didn't add cream and sugar once in awhile.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I just like the mush.
- [Kiss]
- Sam Belmonte: Bring that champagne over, will ya?
- Headwaiter at Celli's: Very well, Mr. Belmonte.
- Sam Belmonte: We'll have us a real party, eh?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Fizz water! You hear that! Say, I haven't brushed my teeth in bubbles for ages!
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Noticing his handfull of bills] That's mighty pretty wallpaper, Sam. Business must be good.
- Sam Belmonte: Yeah, I got a corner in the grapefruit market.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: How about those kegs of California orange juice?
- Sam Belmonte: You know it's funny about those grapefruits. They're being trucked in over the Huntington Turnpike; but, it's getting pretty bumpy out there and they're somewhat liable to get spoiled.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I'm sick of everything.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Lays down beside him] You're not sick of me, baby.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Sometimes I wish I could be; but, I can't. Oh, you beautiful shot of hot!
- [Passionate kiss]
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: [Walks in on a girl flirting with Ed] Back to the bush leagues for you sister! And shut the door from the outside!
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I'm going away in a couple of days, Ed.
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: I'll be right here when you come back.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Nope. I'm laming for good!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Hey, what do you mean?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, I'm just sick and fed up with this whole town. I guess I always gotta be on the move, that's all.
- Sam Belmonte: Fighting Fitz tries to send up his own brother and Sam Belmonte gets him off. I guess that'll show dem whose the boss of this town!
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: [Intoxicated, with a beer in his hand] So you don't know a thing about anything, huh?
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Ooh, i know what every young girl ought to know.
- [Also drinking, Daisy smiles]
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Eh... .you got good beer anyway.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: So, you're going to put on a false mustache and get your man, huh?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Nah, they signed me up as a nurse maid to a truckload of dough.
- Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, some bank takin' the vegetables outta the cellar and they're scared of rabbits, is that it?
- Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Yeah, they put me on loan - my opportunity or something.