Riffraff Page #4
- PASSED
- Year:
- 1936
- 94 min
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Looks like you and me
have been wasting a lot of time.
Well, it's taken you a long while
to find that out.
Hey, what's Nick to you, anyway?
What do you mean?
You know what I mean, what is he?
Nothin'. Nothin' at all except
Marry you?
Yeah.
Who are you gonna marry now?
Huh? Who are you gonna marry now?
Dutch.
Yeah, you're gonna marry me, ain't ya?
Dutch. Oh, Dutch.
That's better.
What are you blubbering about?
I can't help it.
I've been crazy about you all my life.
My whole life.
Did you think I didn't know it?
We ain't never gonna fight anymore,
are we?
I'll say we ain't.
Come on, shed off the tears, baby.
Dutch.
Huh?
You don't wanna marry me
just because Nick wants me, do you?
What do you think?
No, I mean it.
You didn't dream about getting married
till I told you about Nick, did you?
Aw, don't be screwy.
I wanna marry you 'cause you spit lucky.
Oh, no kidding. Tell me honest.
I gotta know.
Well, I'll tell you, honey.
It's like this with me.
I always sort of sidestepped getting tied down.
I seen too many guys
that were going along great.
Get saddled to a wife,
pretty soon kids come along.
Then the first thing you know, the guy's nose
is changed into grindstone and the jig is up.
They lose their, what do you call it...
their personality.
Yeah, that's it, you get me?
Yeah, I think I do get you.
Sure.
Of course I may not amount to so much
right now
but I gotta be free
when my chance comes along.
I don't want no family or no brats
holdin' me down.
But with you and me it's gonna be different.
having fun together, huh?
Besides, you brought me luck tonight.
I don't know why you shouldn't
keep right on doin' it.
I see, so that's the reason, huh?
Sure, you're gonna do all right with me.
Come on, slip us a little kiss.
Hey! What's the idea?
What a big swell-headed lug.
What do you think I am?
Just an old rabbit's foot to bring you luck?
Sure, why not?
I don't have to marry you
nor no other guy to bring him luck.
There's plenty of them goofy about me.
I see you've been reading them
true love confession magazines, huh?
You ant one of them oily guys
that drools at the mouth.
Say, listen I don't ever get gabby
about the way I feel
and I do all right.
Let go of me, Dutch Muller.
Quit your kidding, you know you love it.
Take your hands off of me.
I hate the touch of you.
I suppose you like the touch
of that dressed-up can of tuna, huh?
Nick's a bigger shot than you are
or than you'll ever be.
All right, then why don't you marry him?
Well, maybe I will.
Go ahead and tell him it's
with my compliments.
Because I wouldn't marry you now
if you was the last dame on the waterfront.
Is that so? Well I wouldn't marry you
if you was the last guy in the whole world.
All right, that suits me right down
to the ground.
Good-bye, "Mrs. Strumsberry's Pies".
Do you, Harriet take this man
to be your lawful wedded husband?
I do.
Do you, Rudolph, take this woman
to be your lawfully wedded wife?
Rudolph! Hahahaha.
Please say "I do".
Sure I do, what do you think I'm here for?
I now pronounce you man and wife.
Aw, Hattie, you're all married.
Congratulations.
Hattie's a dear girl.
You're both so lucky, Dutch.
Thank you, Mrs. McCall,
it's a great break for Hattie
but she's a good little kid. She deserves it.
Good luck.
Hey, hey, I'll break this up.
Hey, everybody go to the bar.
The drinks are on me.
Well, kids, you're on to the big picture.
That's right, Brains.
In high gear and right through
the stop signs.
I don't have to tell you to be happy.
I wish you the best of everything always.
Thanks, Brains.
That's what you need, responsibility.
Make a bigger man of you.
You're the best tuna fisherman
of the fleet, Dutch.
Stick to it and some day you'll own
your own boat.
What kind of three for a dime
talk is that?
I ain't gonna be wrestling tuna all my life.
Hattie and me are headed for big things.
I'm a man that nobody can stop.
You're all right just as you are.
You don't need to go talking so loud
all over the whole place.
Who's talking loud?
You are, gabbing about yourself.
Who cares?
That's my business.
Thanks, Brains, for all your good wishes.
Keep your nose clean.
Bye.
Jimmy, you look after Rosie.
All right.
Hat, here's your fur.
So long!
Good-bye, Lil.
Thanks for everything you've done.
Good-bye, Hat. If anything happens
you can always come home to your old sis.
What kind of a crack is that?
Don't, Dutch.
Nothing's gonna happen, Lil, good-bye.
If you ever lay a hand on my sister
except in kindness, Dutch Muller,
you'll hear from me.
All right, that's enough of that kind of guff.
Hey, you lay off Lil.
I told Hattie if she married you she'd get
what's coming to her.
Save your breath, will ya.
Lil drew you in grabbag.
She's got the same kind of bad luck
ever since.
Stop quarreling, children.
I'm not gonna stand for their wisecracks.
They don't mean nothing.
They don't...
I suppose they're complimenting me.
What kind of a gang do you come from anyway?
Now, I'll ask you to stop
that kind of talk.
Oh, will you keep your big red nose
out of this, you old rum hound.
Don't you talk like that to Pops.
So you're on their side, huh?
Turning on your husband and the ring
ain't even cold on your finger.
Will you shut up, Dutch,
you're spoiling everything.
I'm spoiling everything
with this mob ganging in on me?
What did I do, marry you
or your whole tribe?
So long.
So long.
Here we are.
It's yours, squirt. All of it.
Oh...
Come here.
Come on.
I got the whole works in pink
'cause I knew you liked pink.
Look at the kewpies holding up the light.
Yeah.
Pretty, ain't it?
Uh-huh.
And pink bedclothes, too.
Look here.
These are genuine artificial roses.
They never wear out.
Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute.
You ain't seen half of it yet.
Take a gander at this.
Everything in here is electric.
See? Electric icebox.
Electric stove.
Electric washing machine.
That's so you'll never look
like your sister Lil.
Gee, that's a...
Step out of it.
Come on look here.
Of course this isn't a real dining room,
it's a...
it's just what they call a dinette.
But I guess it'll do in a pinch
for the two of us, huh?
Gee, Dutch, it's wonderful, I...
I just can't believe it's ours.
That's all.
It's ours all right.
With all the dough you spent
on the wedding and everything,
I don't see how you had enough...
Don't worry about that.
You didn't go into debt for this,
did you?
No, no, no.
I bought it all on the installment plan.
And the first installment is paid
on everything.
Hey!
You mean we gotta pay every...
Aw, only once a month's worth that's all.
Besides...
I had to have a place where I could
sort of hold meetings.
Meetings? For what?
Well, the gang want action,
and they want it quick.
We've been stalling around here long enough,
letting this guy Louis get away with murder.
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