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Hi, Nellie!

Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: [upon leaving J.L.'s office after being fired] I'll be suing you.

Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: When Nellie arrives, give her an all-day sucker and tell her to wait for Papa.

Durkin: Don't Mister me. I'm just an Office Boy who's been here 40 years longer than you have.

Gerry Krale: You tell Mr. Bradshaw I'm all a twitter. But, he'll have to wait, I've got work to do.

Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: I once knew a gal named Krale. A swell gal! She and me used to go out ringing doorbells together. Good ole Gerry Krale. A one-time ace reporter - with a rep from coast to coast as the best newspaperman in skirts.
Gerry Krale: Never mind the knife. What's on your mind, if any?

Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: You have your supper yet?
Young Reporter: No, sir. I was just about to...
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: There's a swell place over on tenth street. Get some hot coffee, some fried potatoes, a big plate of scrambled eggs and brains for a quarter.
Young Reporter: Why?
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: When you eat that, you'll have more brains in your belly than you got in your head.

Gerry Krale: You talk about the heart of humanity. What do you know about the heart of anything?

J.L. Graham: Listen, Dawes, Brad maybe a bullheaded, stubborn jackass; but, he's a newspaperman! They don't make 'em any better.

J.L. Graham: Underplayed? You bury the biggest story since Lindbergh flew to Paris and you ask me if I think it was underplayed! A yarn that every rag in town played from here to breakfast. Have you lost your mind?

Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: Miss Krale, when you have less time and can't stay so long, come in and see me. But, don't make it too often! I'm a busy man.
Gerry Krale: Man?
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: You heard me.
Gerry Krale: Okay, Nellie.

Harvey Dawes: Boy, oh, boy. Can you imagine the stink that's gonna raise? The head of the Governor's Investigating Committee takes a powder with the hard earned dough of the poor working class.
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: And did they pin it on Canfield?
Harvey Dawes: Why, sure. It's simple. No dough, no Canfield. Just like putting two and two together.

Gerry Krale: How goes it, Heart Throbs?
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: [sarcastically] Why, how do you do? Come on in. Have this tease. You're just in time to hear old Doc Bradshaw on love through the ages. For love is that beautiful thing...
Gerry Krale: You know, I believe you actually go for that hooey.
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: I simply adore it.
Gerry Krale: Idiot.
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: Look, baby, this love is a great thing, no kidding. You ought to go in for it sometime. Before you get too old.
Gerry Krale: Yeah, you keep your advice for your column where its needed most.

Shammy: [on the phone] Get this. This is the angle. This is Canfield's pet bank. He's Chairman of the Board. Yeah, Frank J. Canfield. You know. Yeah, the bank's been looking for him since noon yesterday. But, no can find.

Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: Beware of the green eyed monster. If you love the girl, you must have faith in her. You must trust her - implicitly. And, listen, kid, if you catch her at it again, give her a kick in the pants and go find yourself another babe.
Louie: Thanks!
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: And, keep her out of Brooklyn.
Louie: That's what I thought too. Gee, you're a wise guy, Nellie.

Durkin: There's a gal outside with a bad case of heart throbs and she wants to talk to Nellie.
Gerry Krale: Well, what's stopping her?
Durkin: You know Brad can't see her. He's supposed to be a dame.
Gerry Krale: Yeah? Go out and buy him an Old Mother Hubbard and set of curls.
Durkin: Oh, kidding aside, I'm in a spot and you gotta help me ease her out.
Gerry Krale: Ohhhhhh, all right.

O'Connell: You still in the doghouse?
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: Yeah. That's the breaks you get.
O'Connell: Why don't you get wise to yourself, Bradshaw. You could cut yourself in for a lot of dough if you wanted to play with the right people.
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: Trying to throw me a bone?
O'Connell: Couldn't you use one?
Samuel N. Bradshaw aka Brad: Yeah - if it's not too dirty.

Shammy: [on the phone] Hello, is that you Durky? Can you hear me? This is Shammy. No, not Fanny. Shammy. Shammy!

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