The Public Enemy (1931)
Tom Powers: [Tom shuffles to the breakfast table in his pajamas. He's just finished a demanding call with Nails Nathan] Ain't you got a drink in the house?
Kitty: Well, not before breakfast, dear.
Tom Powers: [immediately annoyed] ... I didn't ask you for any lip. I asked you if you had a drink.
Kitty: [sheepishly] I know Tom, but I, I wish that...
Tom Powers: ...there you go with that wishin' stuff again. I wish you was a wishing well. So that I could tie a bucket to ya and sink ya.
Kitty: Well, maybe you've found someone you like better.
[Tom is enraged and disgusted by her implication. He grimaces and shoves a grapefruit in her face as he leaves the table]
Tom Powers: [Tom stumbles from a gun fight gone wrong with the rival gang. He's barely walking and soaked from the rain] ... I ain't so tough.
[Tom collapses in the gutter]
Gwen Allen: You are different, Tommy. Very different. And I've discovered it isn't only a difference in manner and outward appearances. It's a difference in basic character. The men I know - and I've known dozens of them - oh, they're so nice, so polished, so considerate. Most women like that type. I guess they're afraid of the other kind. I thought I was too, but you're so strong. You don't give, you take. Oh, Tommy, I could love you to death.
[Tommy and Gwen embrace and kiss passionately]
Tom Powers: Hey, Stupe, that's got gears. It ain't no Ford.
Tom Powers: Hello baby. What are you gonna have?
Kitty: Anything you say, big boy.
Tom Powers: You're a swell dish. I think I'm going to go for you.
Matt Doyle: Gee, she's a honey. I could go for her myself.
Tom Powers: What do you mean, you could go for her yourself? You could go for an eighty year old chick with rheumatism.
Tom Powers: So beer ain't good enough for you, huh?
Mike Powers: Do you think I care if there was just beer in that keg? I know what's in it. I know what you've been doing all this time, how you got those clothes and those new cars. You've been telling Ma that you've gone into politics, that you're on the city payroll. Pat Burke told me everything. You murderers! There's not only beer in that jug. There's beer and blood - blood of men!
[Mike throws the keg into the corner, smashing Mrs Powers' table and causing a racket]
Tom Powers: [Stands] You ain't changed a bit.
[Tom walks away, but turns for the last word]
Tom Powers: Besides, your hands ain't so clean. You killed and liked it. You didn't get them medals for holding hands with them Germans.
Tom Powers: That sister of yours ain't getting any bargain in Mike.
Tom Powers: Hiding behind Ma's skirts, like always.
Mike Powers: Better than hiding behind a machine gun.
Tom Powers: How goes it, babe? Going south?
Gwen Allen: Yes. But, I'm not accustomed with riding with... eh... strangers.
Tom Powers: We're not going to be strangers.
Tom as a boy: [Tom grabs his pants just as his father is about to spank him] How do you want 'em this time, up or down?
Tom Powers: Why that dirty, no good, yellow-bellied stool. I'm gonna give it to him right in the head the first time I see him.
Putty Nose: We ain't sore are you, Tom? I've always been your friend.
Tom Powers: Sure, you taught us how to cheat, steal and kill. And then you lambed out on us.
Matt Doyle: Yeah, if it hadn't been for you, we might have been on the level.
Tom Powers: Sure. We might have been ding-dings on a streetcar. Come on...
Jane: Let me fix you another drink, Tommy.
Tom Powers: You mean to say you got any of that stuff left?
Jane: Ha-ha-ha. You haven't drank so much.
Tom Powers: Well, I can drink it as long as you can pour it.
Tom Powers: I'm going to hit the hay.
Jane: I thought you'd like a little nightcap, Tommy. You don't need to feel ashamed in front of me, Tommy. Here, let me help you.
[Jane starts to undress Tom]
Tom Powers: I don't need any help.
Jane: Be a good boy and sit down. I'll take your shoes off too. I want to do things for you, Tommy. You don't think I'm old, do you, Tommy?
Tom Powers: No.
Jane: You like me, don't you Tommy?
Tom Powers: Sure... What's the idea?
Jane: Just a good night kiss for a fine boy.
Tom Powers: In your hat.
Jane: Breakfast is all ready, Tommy.
Tom Powers: I ain't hungry. Pour me some coffee, will you, and make it black.
Jane: You aren't sorry are you?
Tom Powers: Sorry? Sorry about what?
Jane: For last night.
Tom Powers: What do you mean? For getting drunk?
Jane: Aren't you the little play actor.
Tom Powers: Wait a minute... Do you mean that... Why you...
[Tom slaps Jane]