Chester Morris credited as playing...
Pop Weaver
- Goldie: [after they convince Brady to fight Jefferson] Good. So it's fixed, Cap'n Dan.
- Cap'n Dan: The man's in a hurry, Fred.
- Pop Weaver: What about terms?
- Goldie: What? We're no babies here. You know my Jackie would fight your boy for a *nickel*.
- Pop Weaver: 80-20, Goldie.
- Goldie: What? A world's championship?
- Fred: 80-20, that's it.
- Goldie: God bless America.
- Pop Weaver: And Cap'n Dan to be the referee.
- Goldie: You're kidding me.
- Cap'n Dan: Who'd you have in mind, friend? Booker T. Washington?
- Goldie: All right, all right. What else? He don't have to fight with his feet tied together?
- Fred: So, what do you say? If that's no white hope, I'm Queen Pocahontas.
- Pop Weaver: He's the right stuff, Dan. Maybe a little raw yet.
- Fred: *Fresh*. Fresh is what he is. Big, clean, strong. A real farm boy. They're waiting on their knees for someone like him.
- Pop Weaver: I'm ready to promote it, Dan. What do you think?
- Cap'n Dan: I think he's a full-grown polar bear, myself. He's the best of the bunch, I won't argue that. But say we send him over, bang! It's 10-to-1 the black boy does it again. Then where are we?
- Pop Weaver: We won't ever have it on a plate, you know.
- Cap'n Dan: Pop, Fred, let me tell you a secret. The next white hope is the one who gets that belt *back*! Not means to, or almost does or gets half-killed in trying. He takes it! He finishes right on his feet, with a big, horizontal nigger down there for *good*!
- Pop Weaver: Makes you feel kind of old, doesn't it? Seeing Brady refereeing.
- Cap'n Dan: Ah, who the hell cares? He's the man who lost that belt, Pop, and this whole rotten world's gonna watch him at the finish now, lifting it right up high and passing it on, like the Kid'll pass it on, and the next one'll pass it on. *This* time, we'll keep it in the family.