John Dillinger Quotes in Dillinger (1973)

John Dillinger: What chased you out of Cookson Hills, Floyd?

Pretty Boy Floyd: Well, the Feds were getting to my folks, and it's hard on them. And then damn Bonnie and Clyde ran through there. Weren't safe for no one. Bunch of mad dogs, that's what they were, and I ain't sorry to see them go.

John Dillinger: No; small timers get into it, and ruin it for everyone.

Baby Face Nelson: If he screams like that again, the hunters downstairs are going to call the cops.

John Dillinger: What do you expect me to do about it?

Baby Face Nelson: Finish him! I wouldn't ask no different!

Billie Frechette: Oh God, you can't do that!

Pretty Boy Floyd: Leave the boy be! He deserves a chance. A man deserves a chance.

John Dillinger: I rob banks for a living, what do you do?

John Dillinger: All my life I wanted to be a bank robber. Carry a gun and wear a mask. Now that it's happened I guess I'm just about the best bank robber they ever had. And I sure am happy.

John Dillinger: My buddies wanted to be firemen, farmers or policemen, something like that. Not me, I just wanted to steal people's money!

John Dillinger: Now nobody get nervous, you ain't got nothing to fear. You're being robbed by the John Dillinger Gang, that's the best there is! These few dollars you lose here today are going to buy you stories to tell your children and great-grandchildren. This could be one of the big moments in your life; don't make it your last!

Billie Frechette: I don't want to be there when they get you. Promise me that I won't have to be there when they get you.

John Dillinger: They're not going to get me.

Billie Frechette: I just don't want to see it. I just don't want to see it John.

John Dillinger: They won't ever get me. I may not live forever, but I'd be a damn fool not to try!

Billie Frechette: Well, what did he sound like?

John Dillinger: Who?

Billie Frechette: Melvin Purvis.

John Dillinger: Don't you ever say that name again!

John Dillinger: You have a nice smile, too, miss. I'd like to withdraw my entire account

Bank Teller: Your entire account?

John Dillinger: That's right... the whole thing

Bank Teller: And your name?

John Dillinger: John. John Dillinger.

[pulls a pistol]

John Dillinger: [before a bank robbery] OK, boys; let's go make a withdrawal.

John Dillinger: What would you do if you could do anything in the world?

Billie Frechette: I don't know; maybe go dancing with you again.

John Dillinger: All right; if that's what you want, we'll go into Chicago tonight, have dinner and go dancing.

Billie Frechette: [laughing] Johnnie; you can't go into Chicago!

John Dillinger: Why not? I can go there to rob banks; I can go there to go dancing with my girl.

John Dillinger: You really don't know who I am, do you?

Billie Frechette: Look,pal... you can be whoever you want. As far as I'm concerned, you're Douglas Fairbanks.

John Dillinger: Who?

Billie Frechette: Douglas Fairbanks

John Dillinger: *Wrong*! I'm John Dillinger.

John Dillinger: Now get over there behind that wheel before I kill ya.

Pearl: You kinda look like Dillinger, Mr. Long. Did anybody ever tell you that?

John Dillinger: Oh, no. Do you mean John Dillinger, the criminal?

Pearl: Uh huh.

John Dillinger: Oh, some folks think I look like Douglas Fairbanks.

Pearl: [laughs] I like Dillinger better.

Homer Van Meter: He does look like him. I told him that a thousand times.

John Dillinger: [Dillinger phones Purvis after escaping from prison] I always felt that, uh, well, I always felt that we oughtta talk occasionally.

Melvin Purvis: Good, good, I like to hear from you.

John Dillinger: I understand that, uh, I understand that you been, uh, that you got me on driving a stolen car across state lines. Is that right? Federal offense, that's what the papers said.

Melvin Purvis: That's right, kid. Not much for a man of your ability.

John Dillinger: [growing angry] How'd you like the crash out!

Melvin Purvis: Liked it fine, Johnny.

John Dillinger: Yeah, it was great, wasn't it?!

Melvin Purvis: I've always wanted it that way. It gives me a chance . . .

John Dillinger: How many men you got on me now, Melvin?!

Melvin Purvis: Two, Johnny. Two good ones.

John Dillinger: You and J. Edgar Hoover, huh?

Melvin Purvis: That's right, kid.

John Dillinger: Well that's fine, that's fine, Melvin. I like a man with confidence.

Melvin Purvis: Call whenever you like.

John Dillinger: Sure been nice talkin' to you.

Melvin Purvis: You can reverse the charges if you need, kid.

John Dillinger: [hangs up the phone and yells into the receiver] Bye! Son of a bitch.

John Dillinger: What's to know? I have two arms. Two legs. And I know all the words to Yes, I have no bananas.

John Dillinger: I was raised on a farm in Moooresville, Indiana. My mama died when I was three, my daddy beat the hell out of me cause he didn't know no better way to raise me. I like baseball, movies, good clothes, fast cars, whiskey, and you... what else you need to know?

Billie Frechette: They're looking at me because they're not used to having a girl in their restaurant in a $3 dress.

John Dillinger: Listen, doll. That's 'cause they're all about where people come from. The only thing that's important is where someone's going.

Billie Frechette: [smiles] Where are you going?

John Dillinger: Anywhere I want.

John Dillinger: We're having too good a time today. We ain't thinking about tomorrow.

Melvin Purvis: What keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?

John Dillinger: Coffee.

John Dillinger: My friends call me John but a son of a bitch screw like you better refer to me as Mr. John Dillinger.

Police Chief Fultz: How long does it take you to run through a bank?

John Dillinger: About 1 minute... 40 seconds... Flat

Billie Frechette: Boy, you are in a hurry!

John Dillinger: If you were looking at what I'm looking at, you'd be in a hurry, too.

John Dillinger: [nodding at money left by a bank teller in front of his booth] You can put it away. Not here for your money. Here for the bank's money.

John Dillinger: You wanna know if we're armed? We're armed.

John Dillinger: Bye-bye, blackbird.

John 'Red' Hamilton: We don't work with people we don't know. And you don't work when you're desperate. Walter Dietrich. Remember that?

John Dillinger: Walter forgot. When you're desperate, that's when you got no choice.

Billie Frechette: What do you want?

John Dillinger: Everything. Right now.

John Dillinger: [approaching group of police officers] What's the score?

John Dillinger: Well if it isn't the man who shot Pretty-Boy Floyd. Good thing 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz-Kid Floyd.

[Dillinger, Pierpont and Makley walk up the stairs into a bank lobby; Makley walks over to one of the guards]

Charles Makley: How are you today?

[whips the guard, who falls to the floor]

Charles Makley: On the floor now! Now! Do it! Do it!

[Dillinger heads for a marble railing]

Charles Makley: On the floor! Down! Now!

[Dillinger leaps over the railing, Thompson in his right hand, and grabs the manager]

John Dillinger: Let's play a game, Mr. President. It's called Spin the Dial.

[the alarm goes off as Dillinger marches the bank manager at gunpoint towards the vault and Makley heads for the teller cages]

Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: [to hostages] Put your hands up and sit down. On the floor.

John Dillinger: All right pops. Open it up.

[He watches the manager as a teller forces money into Makley's bag through the teller cage at gunpoint]

Charles Makley: Empty it. Move! Move!

[the manager looks for the key on his keychain]

Grover Weyland: It's one of these.

[Dillinger takes a second look at the lobby, then whips out a pistol and strikes the manager over the head, knocking him down]

John Dillinger: You can be a dead hero or a live coward. Get it open.

[the manager complies]

Charles Makley: *All of it!*

[breaks open another teller cage]

Charles Makley: Empty it - all of it!

Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: [to someone in the lobby] Sit down!

Charles Makley: Push it to me.

[Pierpont climbs up onto the railing and points his Thompson at another hostage]

Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: Oi, don't move!

[Cuts to Van Meter outside, hiding a BAR under his overcoat, watching the street. He looks to his left and sees a car pull to a stop in the middle of the nearby intersection; Van Meter quietly slips back into the doorway and taps his rifle against the door]

Harry 'Pete' Pierpont: We got company!

[Hamilton, in the getaway car, checks his watch, then pulls forward; one cop runs towards the bank while the others take up position behind their car]

Angry Cop: [to Van Meter] Move outta there!

[Makley slides his money bags along the lobby floor over to Pierpont, while Dillinger, finished with loading money from the vault, leads the bank manager towards the exit at gunpoint; he notices a customer's money on the counter]

John Dillinger: You can put it away. Not here for your money, I'm here for the bank's.

[Cut to outside, where the cop has just reached the door]

Angry Cop: I said move it outta here!

Homer Van Meter: What for?

[Van Meter whips out his rifle, and jabs it at the cop's chest, then strikes him across the neck, spinning him around. Van Meter locks the cop into a chokehold with his left hand, levels his rifle over the cop's shoulder with his right hand, and opens fire]

John Dillinger: [pointing his Thompson at a female teller] Come here sister. Take a ride.

[He, Pierpont and Makley start walking towards the door; outside, Van Meter is spraying up the police car]

John Dillinger: [in his jail cell] Well, here's the man who killed Pretty Boy Floyd. Damn good thing he was pretty, 'cause he sure wasn't Whiz Kid Floyd. Tell me something, Mr. Purvis. That fellow, the one who got killed at the Sherone Apartments - the newspaper said you found him alive. It's the eyes, ain't it? They look at you right before they go. And then they just drift away into nothing. That'll keep you up nights.

Melvin Purvis: And what keeps you up nights, Mr. Dillinger?

John Dillinger: Coffee. You act like a confident man, Mr. Purvis. You got a few qualities. Probably pretty good from a distance, especially when you got the fellow outnumbered. But up close, toe to toe, when somebody's about to die right here, right now - I'm used to that. What about you?

Melvin Purvis: Goodbye, Mr. Dillinger...

John Dillinger: I'll see you down the road.

Melvin Purvis: [turning back] No, you will not. The only way that you will leave a jail cell is when we take you out to execute you.

John Dillinger: Well, we'll see about that.

John Dillinger: I was a wild boy, and, well, I was foolish. I held up a grocery store, which I never should have done 'cause Mr. Morgan was a good man. And they sentenced me to 10 years in the state penitentiary for a $50 theft. When I was in prison, I met a lot of good fellows. So sure, yeah, I helped set up the break at Michigan City. Why not? I stick with my pals and my pals stick with me.

John Dillinger: The public don't like kidnapping.

Alvin Karpis: Who gives a damn what the public likes?

John Dillinger: I do. I hide out among them. We gotta care what they think.

John Dillinger: At the arraignment, they're gonna try and transfer me to the state pen. What can you do for me?

Louis Piquett: What's on your mind?

John Dillinger: The electric chair.

Helen Rogers: Who lives here?

John Dillinger: What do you care?

Helen Rogers: Well, I just like to know where I am.

John Dillinger: You're with me.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Are you offering any cash?

Machine Gun Kelly: Of course we are. Lou figured we'd pay about-

Lou, Kelly's Girl: [interrupts] Not one red cent!

Machine Gun Kelly: But honey you said 50 grand.

Lou, Kelly's Girl: That was before we found Ma alone.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: I never heard of such a thing! Trying to steal another mob's kidnap, why, it ain't honest!

Machine Gun Kelly: You're in no spot to refuse Ma.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Do you want to gamble on that?

Machine Gun Kelly: Can you beat four of a kind?

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Depends on how big they are.

Lou, Kelly's Girl: I'd call them aces

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Oh honey, you've enver been known to be very bright.

[laughs]

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: They look more like jokers to me!

Machine Gun Kelly: You're slippin Ma. A joker is still an ace.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Not in Texas poker! We strip out the joker and that's just what I'm going to do with your bad hand.

[calls]

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Fred!

[Steps out with a machine gun]

Lou, Kelly's Girl: That's a pretty low card Ma.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Well, maybe I'd better draw another.

[calls]

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Karpis!

[he steps out with another machine gun]

John Dillinger: [Kelly pulls out a handgun] You better draw your limit Ma, and fast. I'm losing patience.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: [calls] Baby Face Nelson!

[There is a pause while Kelly realized they are outnumbered]

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: And if Fred and Karpis and Baby Face and me ain't enough, I've got a wild card, a real wild card...

[calls]

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: Johnny Dillinger

[he fires off a round at the ground near their feet]

John Dillinger: Fives beat fours, I'd say that Ma has the best hand.

Katherine Clark 'Ma' Barker: [Laughing] After this, folks'll be callin you 'Pop' Gun Kelly!