Tony Camonte: Listen, Little Boy, in this business there's only one law you gotta follow to keep out of trouble: Do it first, do it yourself, and keep on doing it.
Insp. Ben Guarino: I told you you'd show up this way. Get you in a jam without a gun and you squeal like a yellow rat. Come on, climb into this

[handcuffs]
Tony Camonte: [smashes the window] Just changing the name on the door.
Title Card: [opening message] This picture is an indictment of gang rule in America and of the callous indifference of the government to this constantly increasing menace to our safety and our liberty. Every incident in this picture is the reproduction of an actual occurrence, and the purpose of this picture is to demand of the government: 'What are you going to do about it?' The government is your government. What are YOU going to do about it?
Tony Camonte: There's only one thing that gets orders and gives orders.

[points to Tommy Gun]

Tony Camonte: And this is it. That's how I got the south side for you, and that's how I'm gonna get the north side for you. It's a typewriter. I'm gonna write my name all over this town with it, in big letters!

John 'Johnny' Lovo: Hey, stop him somebody!

Tony Camonte: Get out of my way Johnny, I'm gonna spit!

[starts firing]
Tony Camonte: This fellow's got ideas I don't like.
Tony Camonte: I don't know nothin'. I don't see nothin'. I don't hear nothin'. When I do I don't tell the cops. Understand?
Tony Camonte: Nice little thug. He give 'em a writ of hocus pocus.
Poppy: Kind of gaudy, isn't it?

Tony Camonte: Ain't it though? Glad you like it.
Mrs. Camonte: He hurt you. He hurt you. He hurt everybody.
Francesca 'Cesca' Camonte: You're a butcher! That's what you are! You're a butcher!
[Angelo is answering the phone for Tony]

Tony Camonte: Hey, hey. Get a name. Get a name.

Angelo: [speaking into telephone] What's your name? No, no, I no wanna know what's your brother's name, I wanna know what's your name.

[angrily]

Angelo: Oh, you do, huh? Listen, I come on over there, I smack you right in the teeth! I get you, you brother...

Tony Camonte: Hey! What's the matter? That's no way to talk. Talk nice. Tell him to state his business.

Angelo: Go state your business!

[hangs up phone]
Tony Camonte: I'm not hungry. Except for you. You got something I like.

Poppy: Yeah. I'm nice with a lot of dressing. You work fast, don't you Tony.
Chief of detectives: Colorful? What color is a crawling louse? Say, listen, that's the attitude of too many morons in this country. They think these hoodlums are some sort of demigods. What do they do about a guy like Camonte? They sentimentalize, romance, make jokes about him. They had some excuse to glorify our old Western bad men. They met in the middle of the street at high noon and waited for each other to draw. But these things sneak up and shoot a guy in the back and then run away. Colorful. Did you read what happened the other day? A car full of them chasing another down the street, broad daylight. Three kiddies playing hopscotch on the sidewalk get lead poured in their little bellies. When I think what goes on in the minds of these lice, I wanna vomit.
Tony Camonte: Hey, Cesca, you and me, huh? We'll show them. We'll lick them all, the North Side, the South Side! We'll lick the whole world!
Poppy: Why don't you get yourself a girl, Tony?

Tony Camonte: I'm workin' on that now.

Poppy: Yeah? Well, don't tire yourself out.
Angelo: [phones rings again; Angelo picks up the receiver] This is Mr. Camonte's sec...

[person on the other end interrupts]

Angelo: Oh, no. Please, you're wrong. I no hang up on you. I thought you was through.

[person on the other end responds]

Angelo: I told you before. You have to write a letter. You have to make...

[person on the other end is implied to be ranting at Angelo]

Angelo: Oh, you do, huh?

[Angelo begins losing his temper]

Angelo: Let me tell you...

[person on the other line continues ranting]

Angelo: [Angelo becomes infuriated; He drops the receiver and aims his gun at phone] Aw, shut up, you! You, fuck off - -...

Tony Camonte: [Tony intervenes] Hey, what's the matter with you? You crazy?
Francesca 'Cesca' Camonte: The police are here for you! It's all my fault, I shouldn't have come...

Tony Camonte: Your fault, my fault, who cares? So long as you're here.
Poppy: [while sitting at a table, Tony rubs his foot on Poppy's leg] Please, Tony! My stockings!

Tony Camonte: What's a matter?

Poppy: Well don't do that, Tony. They're brand new.

Tony Camonte: Hands off, eh?

Poppy: No... feet.
Managing Editor: You know, Costillo was the last of the old fashioned style gang leaders. There is a new crew coming out. And every guy that's got money enough to buy a gun is going to try to step into his place, you see? They'll be shooting each other like rabbits for the control of the booze business!
Tony Camonte: I get you a hunk of soap, you take a bath in it.
John 'Johnny' Lovo: What do you use to think with, an empty beer keg?
Tony Camonte: Ah, he ain't so tough. Hanging out in a flower shop. You afraid of a guy like that?
Tony Camonte: You see that?

[a sign outside the window reads: THE WORLD IS YOURS. COOK TOURS]

Tony Camonte: Someday I look at that sign and I say, "Okay, she's mine."
Tony Camonte: [Holding a tommy gun] Lookit, Johnny, you can carry it around like a baby!

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Maximillian 2022-05-10 14:55:51

It should be said that the American gangster film has seized one of the most fundamental features from the very beginning: what it wants to show is a strong impulse of human beings and beasts surging in people's hearts, it is preceded by action and reason, and even emotional and emotion before. At this point, the 1932 scarface is one of the originals. And all the crime, gangster and cop genre films that strongly appeal to us, no matter the country, have deeply implemented this. Japanese films, Korean films, Hong Kong Galaxy Impression films, Lin Lingdong’s police and bandit films, all that remains after dismantling the core is a human/bestial impulse. The most crucial point for why the mainland has always failed to make police and gangster films is that they cannot understand (or a certain truth agency does not give the photographer a chance to understand) what is the instinctive impulse of human beings and beasts. The only thing I can think of as a commercial film in mainland theaters that can quietly infiltrate it is "The Death of Romantic", so its overall temperament immediately stands out from the crowd.
Zachariah 2022-05-10 19:59:50

It suddenly occurred to me that Hawks can really shoot anything, and I have seen all kinds of his films, western, black, gangster, neuro-comedy, love, singing and dancing. . . It's all good. This early work is a complete genius. It kills people with silhouettes, shoots and flips through calendars, and incests between siblings. Not only is the content pioneering, but the rhythm is fast and precise, and it is meticulous. In addition, the male protagonist is very attractive. , this one is the best!