My Little Chickadee (1940)
Cuthbert J. Twillie: Not the way *I* play it, no.
Do you want a seat at this table?
Cuthbert J. Twillie: Not the way *I* play it, no.
Wild Bill Hickok: I'll give you three minutes to fix that. I'll be waiting outside.
John Lattimer: I'm just leaving town.
Wild Bill Hickok: You're not leaving town unless dead men can walk.
"Colonel" Harrington: I hardly need them, Gerald. I can take this boy with a deck of visiting cards.
Boris: Frenchy, think of my position. I've met every king in Europe!
Frenchy: Now you've met two aces in Bottleneck. Off with your pants.
Doyle Lonnegan: What was I supposed to do - call him for cheating better than me, in front of the others?
Sundance Kid: There's that possibility.
Mama Malone: What if you do get back?
Van Morgan: Well, I'll just sit down and play me some cards - for money.
Mama Malone: About time. A man don't work, he ain't respectable.
Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Charley Enley Kyng: That'd make you a smarter gambler than I think you are.
Fred, the Mayor: Whistling in the dark. Well that isn't going to help you this time. You're through.
Walter Burns: Listen the last man that said that to me was Archie Leach just a week before he cut his throat.
Wild Bill Hickock: Name's Hickok. Wild Bill Hickok.
Jack Crabb: Oh, uh, pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hickok.
Murray the Cop: Aren't you worried about the kids?
Oscar Madison: Murray, the kids are living in their grandfather's house with a swimming pool in California. Can we just play cards?
Roy: I told you you'd get into trouble. It's because you don't know how manage anything. I should know - I'm your accountant.
Oscar Madison: If you're my accountant, how come I need money?
Roy: If you need money, how come you play poker?
Oscar Madison: 'Cause I need money.
Roy: But you always lose.
Oscar Madison: That's why I need the money.
Mary Blake: I'm a singer!
Blackie Norton: Let's see your legs!
Mary Blake: I said, I'm a singer!
Blackie Norton: Alright, let's see your legs!
Cole: Well you oughta know! You missed him!
Nora Marco: Music room? Up to now this has always been the slot machine room.
Remy Marco: Well, that's all going to be changing now. We got to start putting on plenty of class. Oh, and by the way, have Mike take the spittoons out of the living room.
Ed Beaumont: Yeah, a glass key. Be sure it doesn't break in your hand.
Wally Davis: [slightly laciviously] Well, I got a couple of buttons that could stand sewing.
Lee Donley: [sarcastically] Shirts, I suppose.
Whorehouse Lucky Jim (Jackson gang: Appears like he shot him in the back and the front! Judge, you didn't give him no chance!
Judge Roy Bean: He'd didn't deserve a chance. If he wanted a chance; he should have gone somewhere else.
Nina: Hey, wait a minute there's something fishy going on here! You know, in a couple minutes we're going to be naked, and then what?
Richie: Then we play one more hand.
Nina: For what?
Joey: [whistles casually]