Then I picked up the rings, the train tickets, and I've almost finished packin'. Six big guys ganging up on a girl. Give us a break, fellas, we're Press. Not if he's inside the desk. Bunch of crazy buttinskies with dandruff on their shoulders and holes in their pants. A lower for you and an upper for me.
Boy, have I had a busy afternoon. What're you trying to pull now? He's right across the courtyard, Mollie. Now I want you fellas to tell it loud and clear that the death warrant for Earl Williams is a death warrant for all the radical elements in this town. Just cover this hanging for me. Where's your pride, your integrity? Not for Christmas, not for our anniversary.
I know your farewell parties. You're looking at Hildebrand Johnson, Esq. Something with a punch to it. Now you want to throw it all away for a dame? We'll take it out of your salary. I just had nothing to offer you.
Drop us a postcard, you stewbum. You stay out of it, Hildy. Oh, must be my blood pressure. Plus a couple of 100,000 colored votes, so when that baby drops through the trap, you guys are a shoo-in. Suppose that cop had been your own brother? Which means they don't have the slightest idea where he is.
One day, Hildy makes a decision to leave the newspaper business and gets married which threatens the future of newspaper. You realize they're looking for you all over Chicago? Because, hot or cold, rain or shine, I'm gonna be on the midnight train to Philadelphia. Pair of sevens bet a nickel. Well, I can take the greenest cub out there and turn him into a better reporter than you ever were. This is the pressroom, isn't it? The last real newspaperman I got on this sheet. Carol Burnett has an even tougher time as Molly Malloy. Just him, an Indian guide, and a canoe.
Like all that other stuff you been writin'. I'm afraid I did something bad. I just came up from Springfield. When Ben Hecht was leaving for Hollywood, you slipped a Mickey in his gin fizz. There's no time for that. He'll never give him a divorce. The poor guy didn't have enough for a cup of coffee.
Hildy and Peggy set off to get married, and Walter telegraphs the next railway station to alert them that the man who stole his watch is on the inbound train and should be apprehended by the police. I'm-- I'm a specialty baker. That cuts both ways, Johnson. It's a quarter to me, right? It's about time somebody washed them. Just 5 minutes from here. Storyline: The Front Page 1974 When Hildy Johnson, the top reporter of a Chicago newspaper announces that he is quitting to get married, his editor, Walter Burns desperately tries to change his mind.
We got 300 extra newsboys for tomorrow morning. What the hell's going on? Stealing pictures off old ladies of their daughters that get raped in Oak Park. My name is Fishbein, Otto Fishbein. I wish to God it had been one of you, you lousy punks. Yeah, six months from now you may be out on your ass. .
I'll tell you where he is. My girl's picking me up in 15 minutes, it's goodbye Chicago, goodbye Examiner, goodbye to you. I've got a good mind to have you all locked up. Earl, what have they done to you? The Governor has a commission to consider last-minute appeals for clemency. Call the Sanitation Department, maybe they've picked him up in some gutter. I am getting out of show business. Oh, this is the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my life.
Hold the towel, stick your arm out. People walk in and out of here like it was a Greyhound terminal. Where the hell is Duffy? She shouldn't be allowed in here. You saw those police cars. I check to the Chinese gourmet. So a million shop girls and motormen's wives can get their jollies. No one knows about the gun.