Tom Kennedy credited as playing...
Gahagan
- Charles Gilbert: [after hearing Gahagan slurping his soup] How did you find your soup?
- Gahagan: Oh, I just looked into the dish and there it was and it was swell.
- Torchy Blane: Hmm. So, I heard.
- Gahagan: [about his betting system] Okay, I'll tell it to you, but yuh gotta keep mum.
- Torchy Blane: I'll be very secree-tive.
- Gahagan: I don't care about that, but yuh gotta keep it mum.
- Tom Brennan: Have a cigar.
- Gahagan: Oh, thanks. "Colorado Cabaggio"
- Tom Brennan: "Colorado Cubana"
- Gahagan: Oh, yeah. My Greek ain't so hot. I'll smoke it a little later. Nothing like a good cigar. It reminds me of a poem I once wrote: "When your head is all a muddle, And noise is all ajar, And you got no one to cuddle, You'll get a joy in a cigar." Not bad!
- Tom Brennan: Well, not good.
- Gahagan: Yeah, but not bad.
- Gahagan: Swell guy, that Brennan.
- Steve McBride: What did he do kiss you?
- Gahagan: Huh?
- Police Captain McTavish: Say, where did you get that lipstick on your face?
- Gahagan: Lipstick? It must've come from that dame that kissed me.
- Steve McBride: Listen, Gahagan, when the Captain sends you on an important errand, you're not supposed to stop and play kissin' games.
- Gahagan: I didn't stop. And, anyway, it wasn't me she thought she was kissin'.
- Gahagan: I'll tell you how it works. First, I concentrate. Sort of, go into a trance. Then I make me mind go blank.
- Torchy Blane: That should be very easy.
- Gahagan: Make my mind go blank? It's the easiest part of the system.
- Gahagan: Remember, keep my system to yourself. Only me and you and Steve know anything about it.
- Torchy Blane: Did you let Steve in on it?
- Gahagan: Oh, sure. But, you know Steve. I think the system is a little too much for his mental fatality.
- Tom Brennan: I'll smoke it later. Nothing like a good cigar after dinner.
- Gahagan: That's right. Reminds me of a poem...
- Tom Brennan: I heard it!
- Gahagan: That's right. You did.
- Gahagan: Oh, Torchy!
- Torchy Blane: What's the matter?
- Gahagan: Oh, I feel a poem comin' on: "If my job I should lose, You can blame a dame, You can't blame booze, And I'll tell you where to put the blame, Upon the head of Torchy Blane."