Larry Baker Quotes in The Hurricane Express (1932)

Larry Baker: [driviing his father into the trainyard] Well, Dad, I got you here on time.

[indicating the Hurricane Express]

Larry Baker: There's your pride and joy just coming off the turntable.

Jim Baker: [talking to the engineer] Yes, siree, Steve. I'll take her down.

Larry Baker: Sure jealous of this old boiler, Dad.

Jim Baker: Why shouldn't you be, my boy. She's part of me. Maybe I'm just part of her. I don't know. I took her out on her first run, and I hope L'll be at first throttle when I make my last,

Larry Baker: [speaking of the fatal crash] Who's ever back of it means my father was murdered, and I'll bring that man to justice if it takes the rest of my life.

Larry Baker: [to the bad guys] A fine chance of finding the gold with me dead!

Jones: Miss Aikens, we want a woman's point of view on a certain situation. Now, Mr. Baker has a friend and he's in trouble...

Sally Aikens: Oh, Mr. Baker!

Jones: [Shushing Larry] Now, Mr. Baker has nothing whatever to do with it. Let's call the friend Mr. Brown. Now, Mr. Brown has a wife... Mr. & Mrs. Brown have been married for, uh, how long?

Larry Baker: Well, say six years. They live in Toledo.

Sally Aikens: Six years in Toledo. That's bad.

Jones: All right then, let's say New York. Now Mr. Brown is worried about his marriage. Things are not going along as well as they used to.

Sally Aikens: What kind of a man IS this Mr. Brown?

Larry Baker: Very nice...

Sally Aikens: Is he attractive?

Jones: Very attractive.

[to Larry]

Jones: Don't you think so?

Larry Baker: Yes.

Sally Aikens: And yet she's complaining.

Larry Baker: Well, she's drifting away from him.

Jones: Yes, and he wants to get things back on the old basis.

Sally Aikens: Who doesn't?

Jones: Yes.

[clears throat]

Jones: Now, Miss Aikens, as a woman, I'm asking you, what is the right approach?

Sally Aikens: Well, I should say a mink coat would do the trick.

Larry Baker: She has a mink coat.

Sally Aikens: Then what's she complaining about?

[the men are exasperated, and Jones dismisses Miss Aikens from the conversation]

Larry Baker: Just a moment. Now look here. Mrs. Brown is interested in another man.

Sally Aikens: Oh... If there aren't any witnesses she's going to deny it... But I'm afraid I'm not the right person to give you any advice. I probably have too much sympathy for Mr. Brown, and not enough patience with Mrs. Brown. We get cases like that every day. The wife is bored; marriage is just a habit. But on the other hand, she accepts everything her husband gives her. I think she ought to be kicked out. Do I sound old-fashioned?

Jones: No, we'll let you know, Miss Aikens.

Sally Aikens: Well anyway, I think Mr. Brown's a pretty swell guy. I've always thought so.

[Miss Aikens leaves the room]

Jones: ...She certainly had a couple of interesting angles.

Larry Baker: I didn't notice them.

Larry Baker: Now, the tough man to crack is Kafka - of Universal Mattress. I've done a little detective work: he's a Hungarian. As a matter of fact, they're all Hungarians. So, so let's give the dinner a kind of - Hungarian touch, heh?

Mrs. Jill Baker: Now look, Larry...

Larry Baker: Oh, now listen, darling, I didn't expect you to behave like a gypsy. But, let's hire a Hungarian cook and make him a wonderful goulash!

Larry Baker: Success in business is fifty per cent hard work and fifty per cent the right cigar.

Mrs. Jill Baker: Just a habit, isn't it?

Larry Baker: Yes, if you want to call it that.

Mrs. Jill Baker: Like scratching your head or patting your dog. Would you do it to some other woman?

Larry Baker: Well, I don't know. I never tried.

Mrs. Jill Baker: But, you do it to me.

Larry Baker: Well, you're my wife.

Mrs. Jill Baker: And that gives you the right to poke me in the stomach whenever you want, heh?

Larry Baker: These Hungarians are certainly funny people.

Larry Baker: You should know better, musicians and mattresses don't mix!

Larry Baker: Listen, how long is a sonata?

Jones: The only one I ever heard lasted three cigars.

Larry Baker: If you ever should run into one of her bad moods and you want to snap her right out if it, there's only one way to do it.

Alexander Sebastian: What's that?

Larry Baker: Just - keeks her.

Alexander Sebastian: Keeks her? How do you do that?

Larry Baker: Just

[pokes Sebastian in the stomach]

Larry Baker: keeks!

Larry Baker: It's okay. It's quick and painless.

Alexander Sebastian: Very white of you, Baker.

Larry Baker: Thanks, Sebastian.

Larry Baker: Ho-ho-ho. Am I going to be difficult! I'm gonna be the mad dog of 685 Park Avenue. Heil Baker!

[Makes a Nazi salute]

Mrs. Jill Baker: How dare you say that about my beloved mother!

Larry Baker: Your beloved mother - pooh!

Mrs. Jill Baker: Who are you to pooh my mother?

Larry Baker: How is everything going?

The Butler: Oh, not so well sir. I came to ask if in your future plans you'd have any use for me?

Larry Baker: Have you left Miss Baker?

The Butler: Yes sir, I had to - on account of that - musical gentleman. In fact, we all left, except Emma. But, then she fortunately is quite deaf.

Larry Baker: A little bit softer, please.