Bob Matthews Quotes in Swamp Women (1956)

[Bob's attempt to seduce Billie is rudely interrupted by Vera]

Bob Matthews: What can I do for you?

Billie: Anything you like.

Bob Matthews: What if I don't like?

Billie: You will.

Vera: You dirty little dumb broad!

Bob Matthews: I don't know what you're hoping to achieve, except perhaps an orgasm.

Vic Dakin: Don't be a burke all your life. Take a day off, Sergeant.

Bob Matthews: Inspector.

Vic Dakin: Oh it's come through, has it? That's nice. Bit more on your widow's pension.

Barzun: Mr Dakin comes here for our excellent restaurant.

Bob Matthews: And to collect "the insurance".

Barzun: I don't quite follow you.

Bob Matthews: Bollocks, Mr Barzun!

[final scene: Vic Dakin has shot and killed Edgar Lowis because he thinks he has betrayed him. He tries to run but realises that the police have got the place surrounded so he walks up to Inspector Matthews and throws down his gun]

Bob Matthews: See them?

[camera shows shots of various onlookers]

Bob Matthews: And them. And them. You can't put the frighteners on *all* of them. Not all the time.

Vic Dakin: Why not?

Bob Matthews: You call 'em punters. We call 'em witnesses.

Vic Dakin: You know, if I looked at one of them, they'd piss in their pants. Because I'm Vic Dakin.

Bob Matthews: Used to be.

Vic Dakin: And who are you? What do *you* do? Keeping Britain clean on thirty quid a week. Respect! Respect! You don't know what it is. Unless you're Vic Dakin. Tell 'im, someone, tell 'im.

[no-one says anything to support Vic]

Vic Dakin: A hundred witnesses. But only twelve men on the jury. You remember that. Only twelve men on the jury.

[more shots of various onlookers and policemen, none of them looking scared]

Vic Dakin: [shouting] Who are you looking at?

Bob Matthews: What about Thompson?

Detective Constable: He's still on the critical list.

Bob Matthews: Oh he'll live - just. But he'll live.

Tom Binney: Would Dakin be there himself?

Bob Matthews: *Be* there himself? He'd have *done* it himself. He'd have enjoyed it. He doesn't give a monkeys. Helps him to relax. D'you know what he does on a Sunday, Tom? If it's fine, he takes his mum down to Brighton. Walks round the seafront, up to the pier, buys a plate of whelks. Then drives home at thirty miles an hour so she doesn't get hiccups.

Tom Binney: Well, he can't be *all* bad, then, can he?

Phillip Hannon: [blind man] Well how does it look? Is it beautiful?

Bob Matthews: Yes... yes, very beautiful - view, buildings.

Phillip Hannon: [sarcastically] You make it all so vivid, I can almost see it.