They Made Me a Criminal (1939)
Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney: Are you trying to make a sucker out of me?
Speed: She took eight gallons. That's a dollar twenty-eight.
Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney: If you're rootin' for me, I'll go in there and bang the ears off the biggest guy in the world.
Detective Phelan: All I ask is that you re-open the case and assign me.
Ennis: Reopen the case? Now get this Phelen. Johnnie Bradfield murdered McGee. And it was Johnnie Bradfield who burned up on the highway this morning at 5 am.
Detective Phelan: Now listen Chief...
Ennis: Listen to who? The trouble with you, Phelan, is that ever since you railroaded the wrong guy to the hot seat, you been seein' things. You're screwy. Why don't you retire?
Detective Phelan: I'll tell you why. Because I'm not through.
Ennis: Oh yes, you are but you don't know it.
Detective Phelan: I'll show you if I'm through.
Ennis: Oh yeah? How?
Detective Phelan: I'll prove that guy they brought in isn't Johnnie Bradfield. Let me try. You're afraid to!
Detective Phelan: Yes. For 10 years you've been picking on me just because I made a mistake. Well maybe this is your mistake. Maybe if I prove it they'll put you on morgue detail like you did me. I'd love to see it.
Detective Phelan: You ain't gonna let that big palooka lick ya? Are ya Johnny? Come on, quit stalling - stick out that right and sink that left. I know who you are Southpaw, you ain't foolin' me.
Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney: Tommy! You darned fool, Kid, where d'ya think you're going?
Tommy: With you!
Johnnie Bradfield, aka Jack Dorney: Then - come on!
Ringside Radio Fight Announcer: A right to the jaw. A left to the face. Boy, is he a killer. Is he murderous. The Bull lands a terrific right to Smith's jaw, and Smith is down! It'll be best for Smith if he stays down, because this is downright murder. Smith's face is red pulp; red, red pulp. 8, 9, 10! And Smith's out. Phew! And I'm glad that's over.