Ace Wilfong, Gangster Defendant:
A lot of people don't believe that gag about being born equal.
Stephen Ashe, Defense Attorney:
The only time I hate democracy is when one of you mongrels forget where you belong... a few dollars and a clean shirt and you move across the railroad tracks.
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Ace Wilfong, Gangster Defendant:
Mr. Ashe, a guy like me has to ride with lady luck. A squealer leaves his pals in plenty of trouble.
Stephen Ashe, Defense Attorney:
Hmm, I see. You want to go to the gallows with your mouth shut.
[after Ace and Jan are shot at, he takes her to his hideaway]
Ace Wilfong, Gangster Defendant:
Slouch, tell her why the Hardy mob tried to fix me up. Tell her the facts, Slouch.
Slouch:
Well, the mug that was rubbed out, Miss, was a snooper of the chief's running with the Hardy mob, slipping us the lowdown. Hardy gets hep to it and he puts the rat on the spot. They nab the boss's "kelly" and plants it. Your old man jaws him out and the Hardy mob grabs the typewriters and the ukeleles.