Weary River (1929)

Richard Barthelmess: Jerry Larrabee

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Quotes 

• Literary Club Host : Same table, Mr. Larrabee?

  Jerry Larrabee : Same table.

  [gets seated] 

  Literary Club Waiter : Same order, Mr. Larrabee?

  Jerry Larrabee : Same order.

  Alice Gray : Same girl... *Mister* Larrabee?

  Jerry Larrabee : Same girl... Baby.

• Jerry Larrabee : Silly little girl.

  [on the phone] 

  Jerry Larrabee : Of course, angel-face - - I'll be right over.

• Jerry Larrabee : Hello, Baby.

  Alice Gray : Hello, Jerry. Is everything all right?

  Jerry Larrabee : Why, sure everything's all right. Did you ever see me when it wasn't?

  Alice Gray : Oh, I know. But, when you get a telephone call like you did tonight and you walk out with that look in your eye, I get a cold chill. You know, it's "too sure guys," like you, that find themselves lookin' at the bottom of daisies.

• Alice Gray : Jerry, sing something. Something just for me.

  Jerry Larrabee : All right, Baby.

  [singing] 

  Jerry Larrabee : Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts, Oh my how they did love, Swore to be...

  Alice Gray : Hey, hey, hey!

  Jerry Larrabee : What's the matter, Baby? Don't you like that?

  Alice Gray : No I don't! I didn't ask for Grand Opera.

  Jerry Larrabee : What do you want?

  Alice Gray : Oh, sing me something - you know what I like.

  Jerry Larrabee : All right, Baby. Here's something I wrote just for you. Listen to this.

  [singing] 

  Jerry Larrabee : I used to think, A poor foolish King, Was ruled by a gal, Was a fool. When loves the game, We're all just the same, So I guess I come under that rule. For - you could make me daring and bold, For you - could make me do as I'm told, As it stands, I guess I'm in your hands, If you'd just say you need me, that would lead me, To promise lands, And you, you, you could make me flirt with a jail, Or you, only you, follow the trail, Sinner or saint, I either am or I ain't, So tell me, what'll I do? It's up to you.

  Alice Gray : Oh, boy! What you do to me when you sing like that. It's nobody's business.

  [kiss] 

• Jerry Larrabee : Hello, Sergeant.

  Police Sergeant : Howdy, Jerry.

  Jerry Larrabee : Have a little snifter?

  Police Sergeant : No, thanks. I never drink. I might lose my girlish figure.

• Jerry Larrabee : Well, what's weighing on the mighty minds of the police this time?

  Police Sergeant : Just a little hangover from the racket tonight.

• Jerry Larrabee : I'm sorry I can't go with tonight. I've got a heavy date.

  Police Sergeant : So do we. A date. With you.

  Jerry Larrabee : Say, you know, you birds are gonna get awfully tired of takin' me down to headquarters - and of bringin' me back.

• Police Sergeant : Cut the chatter, kid. You know what it's all about. Come on, let's go.

  Jerry Larrabee : All right, big boy. I'll do it for you. That's all. You know, I'd almost like you if you weren't a copy.

• Jerry Larrabee : Just keep the home fires burning and the drinks cold, Baby. I won't be long.

  Alice Gray : All right, Jerry.

• Plainclothesman with Sergeant : Now, let me help you.

  [helps Jerry put his jacket on and pats him down] 

  Jerry Larrabee : Hey, don't be a flatfoot all your life. I don't pack iron when I'm callin' on a lady.

• Jerry Larrabee : [Police Sgt puts handcuffs on Jerry]  The rough stuff, eh? How long do you think these bracelets are gonna stay on, once I call up my attorney?

  Police Sergeant : You're lawyer's out of town, Jerry, and he ain't comin' back.

• Jerry Larrabee : If you think I"m gonna take the rap - - you're crazy! Spring me, an' do it quick - - see?

• Jerry Larrabee : Don't worry, Honey - - I"ll be out in no time!

  Alice Gray : [crying]  Oh, Jerry!

  [kiss] 

• Prison Radio Announcer : Station WTCB. You've just been listening to an overture of the Lannering Prison Orchestra. The next number on this program will be a song entitled, "Weary River," sung by it's composer, Prisoner Number 46039, Jerry Larrabee.

  Prison Warden : All right, son. Go ahead and good luck.

  Jerry Larrabee : Thank you, Sir.

  [singing] 

  Jerry Larrabee : Poets say our lives are like the rivers that flow, They surely know too, Everyone a different kind of stream, So they say, All on a way too...

• Jerry Larrabee : [singing]  I have been just like a weary river, That keeps winding endlessly, Fate has been a very cheerful giver, To most everyone but me, Oh, how long it took me to learn, Hope is strong and tides have to turn, And now I know that every weary river, Someday meets the Sea.

• Jerry Larrabee : As a respectable citizen I'm a washout.

• Prison Radio Announcer : Listen - d'you remember the innocent bystander that got winged... that guy that identified you? Well, laugh this off! Spadoni paid that guy to take the slug!

  Jerry Larrabee : Spadoni'll pay for that! I'll get him - - the rat!

• Jerry Larrabee : Who's Alice been playin' around with?

  Blackie : She ain't been playin' with nobody - - but I heard Spadoni was makin' a play for her.

• Jerry Larrabee : Oh, gee, Honey. Ain't this great! I'm back and I'm back for keeps.

  Alice Gray : Ah, Jerry.

  Jerry Larrabee : Yes, Baby, I'm back for keeps!

• Jerry Larrabee : Everything's gonna be hunky-dory from now on for you and me, kid. I'm gonna get you outta this dump. And when I do, they'll be nothin' too good for you.

• Jerry Larrabee : Honey, you didn't see what I saw, you didn't hear what I heard, when I got out of prison, all full of hope and pep. Why, Honey, I wasn't the Master of Melody to that crowd. I was nothin' but a rat. A freak! An Ex-Convict! Somethin' to be starred at.

• Blackie : Spadoni's heard you're back and he says this town ain't big enough to hold the both of you.

  Jerry Larrabee : Oh, yeah?

  Blackie : Yeah! And he sent word over that if you're not out of town by midnight, tomorrow, he's gonna come over the joint and take you for a ride.

• Jerry Larrabee : Go on, Blackie. Beat it!