The Beast of the City (1932)

Wallace Ford: Ed Fitzpatrick

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Quotes 

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : [Ed grabs her arm tightly]  Say! That 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 : Kinda fun sometimes if it's done in the right spirit.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : [Pushes her away]  Get the beer!

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : I didn't like his ways.

  [Laying down on a bed seductively] 

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : 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!

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Wait a minute. Let's talk in comfort. I got some real swell beer on the ice.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Sure, and a glass with some knock-out drops for me.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Oh, you gotta stop going to the movies.

• 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 capitals of Europe.

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : [after a passionate kiss]  I never thought I'd have a yen for a copper. Are you gonna' try and reform me, huh?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : What for?

  [They kiss passionately again] 

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Are you married?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Nope.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : I thought all cops were married.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I'll stick to variety.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Ooh, a girl in every precinct, huh?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : [drunkenly]  Yeah, somethin' like that.

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : [Opens and looks out her window]  Hey, if you want an eyeful, come over here. Look!

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Heh?

  [Ed walks over, with a beer, and sees a belly dancer in the next building] 

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Oh! Boy! She certainly does know how to wiggle, doesn't she!

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : That girl doesn't know how to dance.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : No?

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : No!

  [Walks to the middle of her apartment and seductively starts to dance - Ed watches and suddenly embraces and kisses her] 

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : You've got to get another pint, darling.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : A quart, honey, a quart.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : You sure know me, baby!

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : [Ed steps between Daisy and her front door]  And don't kick me in the shin, or I'll smack you right in the 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 'em in Yiddish!

  [She pushes past him and goes into the door. Then suggestively] 

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Can you come in?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I'm right behind yuh.

• Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick : Hey, I wanna' talk to you. Heard about Belmonte last night, didn't you?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Yeah, but I can't get all steamed up about it. Dopey and his mob had it coming to them.

  Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick : What kind of talk is that?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : English, teacher, English. Shouldn't break our hearts because three or four heels get half-soled.

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : How did you happen to notice me?

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : I don't know. You're not exactly a collar ad, but - say, what's your name?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Fitzpatrick.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Not Fightin' Fitz's brother?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : That's right.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Now I can understand - why you were so hard boiled at first.

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Say, where's the cripple?

  Mickey Fitzpatrick : Right here!

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Hi Jim.

  Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick : Kid... how are ya?

  Mickey Fitzpatrick : Daddy's shot. Isn't it swell!

  Mary Fitzpatrick : Why, Mickey, how do you say such a thing!

  Mickey Fitzpatrick : Well, it is swell, isn't it?

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Well, you big baboon, they couldn't keep you off the front page if they put you in a straight jacket. Been kinda insulting you, haven't they?

  Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick : Mary's been reading me a lot of hot air.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Aw, it's not a lot of hot air. It's hysteria! Your names being flung around headquarters like a pass to a speakeasy.

• Capt. Jim Fitzpatrick : Where have you been keeping yourself lately? Busy?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Yeah, I've been real busy these days - junkie investigation.

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : [Opening a beer]  Oh, boy, did I get you all wet?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I've always been all wet, honey.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : I wish somebody would invent one of these bottles that didn't always fizz.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I'll take care of that the first thing in the morning.

  [Toasting] 

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Down the boobie hatch.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : It's pretty hot tonight.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : You're telling me!

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : No, I mean the orchestra. It's not as good as that one at Purple Lodge. Remember? Say, let's go up there this weekend. We never go any place anymore, except come to this dump!

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Oh, listen, baby, it's you and me all alone and nobody around. That's a real part of the act, isn't it?

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : I know, but, look, Ed, suppose you like corn meal mush too. It gets a little monotonous if you didn't add cream and sugar once in awhile.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I just like the mush.

  [Kiss] 

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : [Reaching for the champagne]  Give me that buttermilk. I'm gonna get stewed.

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I'm sick of everything.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : [Lays down beside him]  You're not sick of me, baby.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Sometimes I wish I could be; but, I can't. Oh, you beautiful shot of hot!

  [Passionate kiss] 

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : I'm going away in a couple of days, Ed.

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : I'll be right here when you come back.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Nope. I'm laming for good!

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Hey, what do you mean?

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Oh, I'm just sick and fed up with this whole town. I guess I always gotta be on the move, that's all.

• Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : [Intoxicated, with a beer in his hand]  So you don't know a thing about anything, huh?

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Ooh, i know what every young girl ought to know.

  [Also drinking, Daisy smiles] 

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Eh... .you got good beer anyway.

• Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : So, you're going to put on a false mustache and get your man, huh?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Nah, they signed me up as a nurse maid to a truckload of dough.

  Daisy Stevens, aka Mildred Beaumont : Oh, some bank takin' the vegetables outta the cellar and they're scared of rabbits, is that it?

  Det. Ed Fitzpatrick : Yeah, they put me on loan - my opportunity or something.