Porter Hall credited as playing...
Murphy
- Sheriff Hartwell: Please don't call me 'Pinky'.
- Murphy: Why not?
- Sheriff Hartwell: Because I got a name, see... and it's Peter B. Hartwell.
- McCue, reporter: What's the "B" for?
- Murphy: Bull.
- Hildy Johnson: [speaking on the phone to Bruce] There's an old newspaper superstition that the first big check you get, you put in the lining of your hat. In your hat! It brings good luck.
- Murphy: I've been a reporter for 20 years - I never heard that before.
- Hildy Johnson: [to Murphy] Neither did I.
- Bensinger: [speaking into a phone] Here's the situation on the eve on the hanging.
- Murphy: [listening, picks up his phone] This is Murphy. More slop on the hanging.
- Bensinger: A double guard has been thrown around the jail, municipal buildings, railroad terminals and elevated stations to prepare for the expected uprising of radicals at the hour of execution.
- Murphy: Ready? The sheriff has just put 200 more relatives on the payroll to protect the city from the Red Army, which is leaving Moscow in a couple of minutes.
- Endicott: Trouble is, when the real Red Menace shows up, the Sheriff will still be cryin' wolf.
- Endicott: That's what I'd like, a job on the side.
- Murphy: A desk and a stenographer. I wouldn't mind a nice, big blonde.
- Wilson, reporter: With big, brown eyes.
- Hildy Johnson: The next time you see me, I shall be riding in a Rolls Royce giving interviews on success.
- Murphy, McCue, reporter, Wilson, reporter, Bensinger, Endicott: Goodbye.
- Hildy Johnson: So long, you wage slaves.
- Murphy, McCue, reporter, Wilson, reporter, Bensinger, Endicott: Bye.
- Hildy Johnson: Well, when you're climbing up fire escapes and getting kicked out of front doors and eating Christmas dinners at one-arm joints - don't forget your pal, Hildy Johnson.
- Murphy: [on the phone] Here's a little feature though. There's been an accident about a tear bomb. Yeah, a tear bomb. Tear bomb. Criminals cry for it!
- Murphy: An old lady just called the Detective Bureau and claims Williams is hiding under her piazza.
- McCue, reporter: Tell her to stand up.
- Endicott: Well, we looked every other place.