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Arthur Ferguson Jones: You know something, a woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

"Killer" Mannion: Hey Jonsey! Come er'! False alarm.
[as he's looking at the printed article]
"Killer" Mannion: You shot off a lot of steam didn't cha! I'm a false alarm am I!
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Oh I didn't write it sir, man on the paper did it. I-I tried to stop him from printing it.
"Killer" Mannion: Yeah, I guess alot of guys think I'm a false alarm!
[as hes looking directly into Jones' face]
"Killer" Mannion: [Jones says with fright in his voice] Oh no!
"Killer" Mannion: Who's gonna write the rest of these articles?
Arthur Ferguson Jones: I'm supposed to but I'll call the whole thing off.
"Killer" Mannion: Nah you won't! Your gonna write'm alright only your gonna write my way! Sit down! I'll show you - A false alarm am I! Well I'll slip you some dope that will make their heads dizzy, something nobody knows! Are you ready? Ok just put down what I give ya, don't make nothing from your own head. You said here
[the news article]
"Killer" Mannion: I'm as brave as a gun in my hand. Alright you listen to this! When I broke out of
[unaudible]
"Killer" Mannion: I had a gun yeah!, but it was a phony. That's the kind of false alarm I am!. Have you got that down?
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Yes sir.

Miss Clark: Now, that's my idea of a boy friend. He-man plus. If I only knew where he was!

Arthur Ferguson Jones: My name isn't Jones it's Mannion. I mean it isn't Jannion it's Mones. Oh, I don't know. It's Jones! Jones, that's what it is!

Miss Clark: Well, what do you think of that? Well, I guess the jig's up.
Detective Sergeant Boyle: Sure it is. But, not for you kid, not if you wanna play ball.
Miss Clark: Imagine that heel squealing.

Miss Clark: You're becoming famous. Three of my girl friends asked me to get pictures of you. I told them the kind of a caveman you were. I can feel that kiss yet.
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Oh, I-I, I want to apologize for that Miss Clark.
Miss Clark: What for? If it takes a few swigs to bring out that personality of yours, I'll buy you a case of Scotch.
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Oh, it wasn't the drinks. Something came over me and I just couldn't help it.
Miss Clark: I'm glad you couldn't.

Miss Clark: Jonesy, you sure are going places! Just think of it, an invitation to the boss' shack.

Arthur Ferguson Jones: [Drunkenly] Hi, Cymbeline! Say, you know what? You know we've all misjudged J.G. Oh, he's a great man, Cymbeline. Heart of gold. Proud to work for ol' J.G. I'd die for J.G. I'd die for J.G.'s company. I'd die for you.
[Kisses Miss. Clark]
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Whoopie!

"Killer" Mannion: Just as I'm startin' for the gate, by this time, the typewriters up on the wall are cutting loose, cracking away and the air is as thick as dust with machine gun bullets.

Miss Clark: By the way, Healy was in to see you. I made a deal for you. He screamed murder, at first, but finally we got together. Listen to this, two hundred and fifty bucks a week! I guess that trip to Shanghai's a cinch now, Jonesy. Here's the contract. I told him I'd get you to sign it tonight.
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Oh, thank you.
Miss Clark: Oh, don't mention it. Always glad to serve a Public Enemy. Ah, what do you say we go up to your room and read it over?
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Alright. Oh, no-no, no, not upstairs.
Miss Clark: Why not?
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Well, the, eh, the landlady's very strict about it.
Miss Clark: [Seductively] P-lease, Mr. Jones. You can leave a door open.

Healy: Who's been helping him write those stories?
Miss Clark: What do you mean, who's been helping him?
Healy: Where does a squirt like Jones get off writing all that juicy underworld lingo?
Miss Clark: From me, of course.
Healy: You certainly have horned in yourself properly, haven't you!

Miss Clark: And now, Mr. Jones, prepare yourself for the thrill of a lifetime. Your first paycheck! As an author, I mean. The magic carpet which will carry you to Shanghai and eternal ecstasy.

Russell - Prison Official: But, if you ask me, there's something queer about the whole business.

Arthur Ferguson Jones: Shanghai, for instance. I've always wanted to go to Shanghai. Say, I've got a stamp from Shanghai.

Arthur Ferguson Jones: My name is not Mannion, it's Jones. I'm a member of the YMCA, gentlemen. I have my card right here.

'J.G.' Carpenter: Well, well, well, good morning Jones. I see your boyfriend was quite busy last night.

Arthur Ferguson Jones: I went down to the docks. There was a fleeter there leaving for Shanghai. Oh, how I wanted to get on that boat.

"Killer" Mannion: Yeah, I'm on my way to the prison now. A couple a dicks are takin' me up there.

Newspaper Reporter at Dock: [Last lines] Now, Jonesy, will you give us a - great - big - kiss - and look right into these cameras.
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Okay.
Miss Clark: How about it Jonesy? You need a slug of whiskey?
Arthur Ferguson Jones: Oh, I should say not!
[Kiss]
Photographers: Hoooooooold It!

Arthur Ferguson Jones: [drunkenly] Mannion is a false alarm. Highly overrated. And that goes for all those criminals. A criminal is as brave as his gun - you take his gun away and he's a coward, just like anybody else.
Healy: That's it! That's our first lead - "Mannion- false alarm, says Jones."

Arthur Ferguson Jones: My name isn't Jones - it's Mannion, I mean it isn't Jannion, it's Moans.

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