The Big House

[repeated line]

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
Who, me?

John Morgan:
You know it means the rope, Butch, if they catch you? Who's in on it?

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
Well, me and Olsen and Joe and the Hawk.

John Morgan:
The Hawk? That means blood.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
No, he promised me he wouldn't bump nobody off.

John Morgan:
Why, he croaked his own mother.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
Sure he did. He cut her throat. He was sorry for it. He's all right.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
[Looking at a picture of Kent's sister] Gee... it reminds me of Sadie. Gee, Sadie was a good skirt. I shouldn't have slipped her that ant poison. I should have just battered her in the jaw a few times.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
What's your name?

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
[after getting no response] I said what's your name?

Kent:
Kent Marlowe.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
Mine's Schmidt. I'm known the world over as "Machine Gun Butch." You heard of me, naturally.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
[after Kent shakes his head 'no.'] Never heard of the Delancey Gang bein' wiped out? Well, I done the wipin'.

Warden:
[to Kent] And remember, this prison does not give a man a yellow streak, but if he has one, it brings it out.

Prison guard:
If you don't open the gates and let 'em out, they're gonna kill all the guards beginning with Wallace.

Warden:
I'll see 'em in Hell first. Let 'em have it!

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
[to Morgan] Say, listen. Don't let the guys know you've gone straight. They used to have a lot of respect for you.

John - Prison Guard:
Kent Marlowe. Manslaughter. Sentenced to 10 years. First time in prison?

Kent:
Yes.

John - Prison Guard:
Sir, to me!

Kent:
Yes sir.

John - Prison Guard:
How old are you?

Kent:
Twenty-four, sir.

John - Prison Guard:
Ever serve in the Army? Navy? Marine Corps?

Kent:
No sir.

John - Prison Guard:
Use tobacco?

Kent:
Yes sir.

John - Prison Guard:
Morphine? Opium? Cocaine?

Kent:
No sir.

John - Prison Guard:
Frisk him.

Anne:
If you're ever around here again, drop in.

John Morgan:
Oh, you don't mean that.

Anne:
Why, of course I do.

John Morgan:
Gee, you're a peach of a girl.

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
How's all the dames outside? See my initials carved on many bed posts?

John Morgan:
What happens when you get through the inner gate?

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
We crash that outer gate and there's a car waitin' outside.

John Morgan:
When does it come off?

'Machine Gun' Butch Schmidt:
Thanksgiving day. Noon. Most of the screws go to turkey dinner. We'll give 'em a belly full.