Hard Boiled Mahoney (1947)
Bobby Jordan: Bobby
Quotes
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Terence Aloysius 'Slip' Mahoney : [Bobby gets thrown out of a psychic office] D'ya learn anything?
Bobby : Yeah, I learned I can bounce.
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Prof. Quizard : How many hairs are there on the human head?
Sach : Who's head?
Prof. Quizard : Why, the average human head.
Bobby : That leaves YOU out.
Slip Mahoney : So what happens if we answer de question?
Prof. Quizard : Well, you know, if you guess right we give you oodles of prizes.
Slip Mahoney : Oh, dere's "oodles" of prizes. That's different. Think hard, Sach! There might be somethin' in it for us.
Sach : Well, let's see.
[Horace scratches his head]
Prof. Quizard : Oh-oh, no fair counting.
Sach : Oh, I got the answer. One.
Prof. Quizard : Oh, no, doctor. There are thousands.
Sach : Yeah? My Uncle Herman has an average head and he's only got one hair in it.
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Gabe 'Gabie' : Hey, ya know, my fadda was in de Civil War.
Chuck : Are you nuts? At the time of de Civil War, your father was an infant.
Gabe 'Gabie' : So, they put 'im in de infantry.
[everyone laughs]
Sach : Hey! Hey! I was in de last war. I saved five hundred men.
Bobby : Yeah? How?
Sach : Shot the cook.
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[the gang expresses no interest in joining in on The Mahoney Detecting Corporation]
Slip Mahoney : All right, you boys seem to be overlookin' a little matter of fifty simoleons that I hold here in my right hand. How long have we been in this business?
Bobby : About five minutes.
Slip Mahoney : Five minutes, fifty simoleons. How much is that? Ten dollars a minute. Put that ten-dollars-a-minute on a forty-hour-a-week basis and whadda got?
Sach : Income tax trouble.
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Sach : He went in the elevator.
Bobby : What floor did he stop at?
Sach : How do I know. I wasn't on it.
Slip Mahoney : The light. When did the light stop?
Sach : I think it was five.
Slip Mahoney : Five?
Sach : Or the number that comes after five.
Gabe 'Gabie' : Six?
Sach : Does six come after five?
Gabe 'Gabie' : I t'ink so.
Sach : Boy, what'll they think o' next? Hey, we're figurin' this thing out like real detectives, ain't we?