- Nora Marco: Why isn't he in B-E-D?
- Douglas Fairbanks Rosenbloom: Because I want more to E-A-T, you old C-O-W.
- Remy Marco: Come on in, honey, into the music room.
- Nora Marco: Music room? Up to now this has always been the slot machine room.
- Remy Marco: Well, that's all going to be changing now. We got to start putting on plenty of class. Oh, and by the way, have Mike take the spittoons out of the living room.
- Remy Marco: Sure, I'm legit. I'm in favor of law and order. But you don't have to have it right in your own house, do you?
- Remy Marco: Hey, what's this? "Dear Boss, We've taken a half hour off. Mike." You know, I'm getting a little discouraged about Mike.
- Nora Marco: You ought to. After all you've done for him and give him.
- Remy Marco: Oh no, it ain't that. It's just that I can't learn him how to spell. Look at the way he spells 'token', with two o's.
- Remy Marco: Now you heard me, stick here. Now, you're getting spoiled. Always thinking of your own pleasure. Come on, boys.
- Remy Marco: But first I want you to meet some of the folks and have a little fun, you know. They're old friends of mine... great people!
- Mr. Whitewood: I've met some of them already.
- Remy Marco: Yeah?
- Mr. Whitewood: Some rather whimsical ones.
- Remy Marco: Who? Oh... , the only one who sings here is the singer. Never studied a note in his life.
- Mr. Whitewood: Yes, I can hear that.
- Nora Marco: It's that grab bag of yours again, Remy.
- Remy Marco: Say he hadn't walked around in his bare feet.
- Nora Marco: I think we should go up and slip him a Mickey Finn.
- Remy Marco: Uh, uh. He's liable to create a taste for them. Marco will talk to him. You go up the front stairs and I'll go up the back.
- Lefty: [Helping carry out four dead bodies] That's just the kind of a dirty trick those guys would pull, leaving themselves in that kind of shape around your house.
- Remy Marco: Yeah, you know, that Little Dutch never had no consideration for other people's feelings.
- Mike: You know who them fellas are?
- Remy Marco: Who are they?
- Mike: One of them is Little Dutch, then there's No Nose Cohen, Blackhat Gallagher, and a guy I don't know. He must be a total stranger.
- Nora Marco: What difference does it make who they are? I don't care anything about them and I don't want them there.
- Remy Marco: Now listen, Nora. Those are the guys I had trouble with in the old days. They tried to see me a couple of times before.
- Mike: Yeah, the trouble with them guys is they could never get the idea out of their heads that they had a right to that brewery just because they started it.
- Remy Marco: Yeah, but the worst of it is what would people think, finding them this way in my own house.
- Nora Marco: You can't get back in the papers now, of all times. Think what it would mean to Mary... and the Whitewoods.
- Remy Marco: Aw, the Whitewoods. Think what it would mean to Marko's beer.
- Nora Marco: All right then, get those people out of this house. I don't care what you do with them, but get them out of here quietly. I'll keep Mary upstairs with me.
- Mike: They got plenty of artillery, too.
- Remy Marco: Yeah, well we'd better hide it. Say, I'll wisen up the boys. They'll be interested.
- Mike: Okay.
- Remy Marco: Hey Mike.
- Mike: Yeah?
- Remy Marco: Which one of them had the king full? Little Dutch?
- Mike: Yeah.
- Remy Marco: I thought so. Lucky fink, that Little Dutch.