Ernest Truex credited as playing...
Bensinger
- Bensinger: Are we invited to the wedding?
- Hildy Johnson: Well, I might use you for a bridesmaid, Roy.
- 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.
- Hildy Johnson: I'm getting married tomorrow.
- Bensinger: What, again? Are we invited to the wedding?
- Hildy Johnson: Well, I might need you for a bridesmaid, Roy.
- McCue, reporter: Pete, why can't you hang this guy at 5 o'clock instead of 7?
- Bensinger: Sure, it won't hurt you and we can make the City Edition.
- Sheriff Hartwell: Oh, well, now that's kind of raw, Roy. After all, I can't hang a man in his sleep just to please a newspaper.
- McCue, reporter: What if this Egelhoffer finds Williams insane?
- Sheriff Hartwell: Well, he won't find him insane; because he isn't! He's just as sane as I am.
- McCue, reporter, Wilson, reporter, Bensinger, Endicott: Saner!
- 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.
- Walter Burns: Now, look Roy, I want you to hustle and write me a story from the point of view of the escaped man. He hides, cowering, afraid of every sound, of every light. He hears footsteps, his heart is going like that, and all the time they're closing in. Now, get the sense of the animal at bay.
- Bensinger: Sort of Jack London style?
- Walter Burns: Exactly.