His Girl Friday (1940)
Roscoe Karns: McCue
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Quotes
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Wilson, reporter : Any dope on how he escaped?
McCue, reporter : Maybe the sheriff let him out so Williams could vote for him.
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Sheriff Hartwell : Please don't call me 'Pinky'.
Murphy : Why not?
Sheriff Hartwell : Because I got a name, see... and it's Peter B. Hartwell.
McCue, reporter : What's the "B" for?
Murphy : Bull.
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Endicott : Is there any truth in the report that you're on Stalin's payroll?
McCue, reporter : Yeah, the Senator claims you sleep in Red underwear.
Fred, the Mayor : Never mind the jokes. Don't forget I'm the Mayor of this town!
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McCue, reporter : Pete, why can't you hang this guy at 5 o'clock instead of 7?
Bensinger : Sure, it won't hurt you and we can make the City Edition.
Sheriff Hartwell : Oh, well, now that's kind of raw, Roy. After all, I can't hang a man in his sleep just to please a newspaper.
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McCue, reporter : What if this Egelhoffer finds Williams insane?
Sheriff Hartwell : Well, he won't find him insane; because he isn't! He's just as sane as I am.
McCue, reporter , Wilson, reporter , Bensinger , Endicott : Saner!
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McCue, reporter : [on the phone] I got a good feature for you on the manhunt. Ready? Mrs. Phoebe DeWolf, 86 1/2 South State Street, Colored, gave birth to a pickaninny in a Patrol Wagon with Sheriff Hartwell's Special Rifle Squad acting as nurses. Phoebe was walking along the street, when - yeah, that's right - so they coaxed her in the Patrol Wagon, started racing with the stork. When the pickaninny was born, the Rifle Squad examined him carefully to see if it was Earl Williams. Well, they knew he was hiding somewhere.
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McCue, reporter : What's the matter with you guys? Crippled or something?
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Hildy Johnson : The next time you see me, I shall be riding in a Rolls Royce giving interviews on success.
Murphy , McCue, reporter , Wilson, reporter , Bensinger , Endicott : Goodbye.
Hildy Johnson : So long, you wage slaves.
Murphy , McCue, reporter , Wilson, reporter , Bensinger , Endicott : Bye.
Hildy Johnson : Well, when you're climbing up fire escapes and getting kicked out of front doors and eating Christmas dinners at one-arm joints - don't forget your pal, Hildy Johnson.
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Murphy : An old lady just called the Detective Bureau and claims Williams is hiding under her piazza.
McCue, reporter : Tell her to stand up.
Endicott : Well, we looked every other place.
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McCue, reporter : [answering phone] Start hollerin'... Hildegard!