Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[after a passionate kiss] I never thought I'd have a yen for a copper, or are you gonna try to reform me, huh?
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: What for?
[They kiss passionately again]
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: What for?
[They kiss passionately again]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[Ed grabs her arm tightly] Say! It hurts a little bit.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: And you don't like to be hurt, do you?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, I don't know.
[Suggestively]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Kind of fun sometimes if it's done in the right spirit.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: And you don't like to be hurt, do you?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, I don't know.
[Suggestively]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Kind of fun sometimes if it's done in the right spirit.
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[Laying down on a bed seductively] I don't mind taking orders, but there's one decision that's always up to me.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Come on, sit up like a lady! I know that trick!
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, unintentional, mister.
[Lying in a laguorously sensual position]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Say, do you think I'm so dumb as to pull a gag like that?
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: You might. You're built for it!
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Come on, sit up like a lady! I know that trick!
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Oh, unintentional, mister.
[Lying in a laguorously sensual position]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Say, do you think I'm so dumb as to pull a gag like that?
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: You might. You're built for it!
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont:
[Seductively] I know, it;s a funny thing. You drink beer to make you cool, and it just makes yuh hot.
[She tugs on the cleavage of her dress]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I can't stand it. I gotta do something about it.
[She walks away, ostensibly to take off her dress]
[She tugs on the cleavage of her dress]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I can't stand it. I gotta do something about it.
[She walks away, ostensibly to take off her dress]
Reporter:
[while eating a sandwich, washed down with a bottle of milk, a plainclothes cop or reporter refers to a man who has been hanged - at least two days ago] That's the way you gotta do with ducks. They're too gamey at first.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
[Ed steps between Daisy and her front door] Don't kick me in the shin, or I'll smack your face!
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: All right, copper.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: How'd you come to think that one up?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Aw, you've got Headquarters written all over yuh!
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Smart girl, huh?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Yeah, and I never got past the eighth grade.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Well, maybe you're bright enough to answer a few questions.
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Sure, if you don't ask them in Yiddish!
[She pushes past him and goes into the door. Then suggestively]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Can you come in?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I'm right behind yuh.
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: All right, copper.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: How'd you come to think that one up?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Aw, you've got Headquarters written all over yuh!
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Smart girl, huh?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Yeah, and I never got past the eighth grade.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick: Well, maybe you're bright enough to answer a few questions.
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Sure, if you don't ask them in Yiddish!
[She pushes past him and goes into the door. Then suggestively]
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: Can you come in?
Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont: I'm right behind yuh.
Det. Ed Fitzpatrick:
[Trying to discourage one of Belmonte's gun molls in the bedroom] Listen, I'm an old man. I left my youth in the capitols of Europe.
Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick:
I hate Belmonte and that crowd because they're behind everything in this town that's rotten. I mean to wipe 'em out if it takes hot lead.