Devil's Playground (1937)

Richard Dix: Jack Dorgan

Quotes 

• Jack Dorgan : [Red has made fun of his furniture selection for his new house]  Hey, this stuff isn't kinda'... "flossy," is it?

  Furniture Salesman : I wouldn't say so. I think you display excellent taste, Mr. Dorgan.

  Red Anderson : I'm sorry. Forget all about it. Why don't you order some lace curtains and pink bedspreads to go with all this junk?

  Jack Dorgan : Ah, shut up, ya' crepehanger!

• Robert Mason : [he's just received surprise orders to report immediately to submarine duty, even though he's supposed to be starting shore leave]  They can't do this to me. I oughtta' get a couple of days, at least.

  Jack Dorgan : You haven't even got time for a glass of beer!

  [laughs merrily] 

  Robert Mason : [turning to the Shore Patrol officer]  How about this, sir. I, uh, I was booked for 2 weeks' shore leave, and then this...

  Patrol Officer at booth : Sorry, Chief. Submarines leave for Honolulu tonight.

  Robert Mason : Well, I guess that cooks the red paint and the beautiful dolls.

  Patrol Officer at booth : I know how you feel.

  Robert Mason : Thank you, sir... but you don't.

• Jack Dorgan : [greeting the class of newly graduated divers at the Navy diving school]  Fellas, I'm proud of ya'. You're all divers now. There ain't nothin' to this diving racket. Just a question of being able to wear a suit. Oh, a few other details, like being able to handle air drills, and chipping hammers, running caulking irons, assemble valves, do pipe fitting and plumbing, and doing them at a depth of from 10 to 300 feet. There's nothing to it. But don't get discouraged, fellas, we'll start first thing tomorrow morning at 8 o'clock sharp. Fall out.

• Jack Dorgan : [barging into the real estate broker's office]  You sell houses?

  Real Estate Man : That's what we do.

  Jack Dorgan : Well, you just sold one at 1418 Jefferson Street.

  Real Estate Man : [taken aback]  You... you want to buy it?

  Jack Dorgan : That's what I said, and there's the dough.

  [plunks down the cash on the realtor's desk] 

  Real Estate Man : [slightly shocked]  You want to pay cash for it?

  Jack Dorgan : Hey, you didn't think I wanted to steal it, did ya'?

• Jack Dorgan : Something I forgot to tell you about.

  [hands him a piece of paper] 

  Robert Mason : [Reads the paper]  Transferred to shore duty for two years... Doing what?

  Jack Dorgan : In charge of the new diving school.

  Robert Mason : Did you apply for this?

  Jack Dorgan : No, but it's what I want, all right.

  Robert Mason : Yeah? What's the idea?

  Jack Dorgan : Well, there's some things I've always wanted to do. This makes it perfect, Bob. The first thing I want to do is get myself a home.

  Robert Mason : [taken aback]  A home? Say, the only home you'll ever know ashore is the inside of a barroom.

  Jack Dorgan : You ain't kiddin', fella. I was raised in a saloon on the waterfront. For years I lived there like a rat. That's when I got this idea of mine about havin' a home.

  Robert Mason : You'll make a swell citizen, you old sea-cow. They'll have you under peace bond inside of a week unless some little dame makes a fireside admiral out of ya'.

  Jack Dorgan : Bah!

  [they both laugh] 

• Robert Mason : [as they wait on the sidewalk for Mason's girl]  Can't understand it, that dame standin' me up.

  Jack Dorgan : And she's supposed to be *crazy* about you.

  Robert Mason : Must've been killed... or somethin'.

  Jack Dorgan : You know, that's what I like about you- your modesty. A dame don't live that could toss you over. Heh, she *must've* been killed.