I totally read that in Edward G. Robinson’s voice. 
“Say pal, what’s shakin’?”
“Why I aughta pound you!”
“Why I aughta (shake back of hand at other person), maybe I will.”
“You say Joey’s the cat’s pajamas, well that’s just applesauce.”
“That hoofer’s got great gams.”
“The heat’s on Al, buddy. The flatfoot’s gonna pinch him but good!”
“I got no beef with you, but I’m not gonna be the fall guy, pal.”
“Get your meat hooks offa me, ya big lug!”
“Stop the presses!”
“Where to, mac?”
“Telegram!”
“Get your bags, mister?”
I’ll send for my things.
“You’re quite a dish. Any more at home like you?”
“Ah, ya big lug. Git on wit’ yerself already.”
“This place is lousy wit’ cops!”
“You lay chickie, I’ll go have a look-see.”
“Well look what the cat dragged in.”
-calling women “sister”-
Said by Fred Allen, of the name of the ad firm, Batten, Barton, Durstine and Osborn, “that sounds like a steamer trunk falling down a flight of stairs!”
I won’t play the sap for you!
“Move along, nothin’ to see here.”
“Get back! Give him air!”
“We interrupt this broadcast for an important news bulletin. Scientists have reported…”
“Hello? <clicks the phone hook> Hello? Oh, it’s no good. The phone is dead!”
“We’re not licked yet!”
“Sir, I don’t like this . . . It’s too quiet!”
“Sarge? Ain’t you scared?”
“Scared, Kid? Heck yes, I’m scared. I’m scared that if we don’t do our jobs tomorrow, we’ll be letting down all those Americans who expect us to fight for liberty and freedom, and win. We’ll be letting down our brothers-in-arms in other branches of the armed services, who expect us to do our jobs so they can do theirs. We’ll be letting down our Allies, who expect us to do what we said we could. We’ll be letting down our President, who sent us because he has faith in democracy and he knows we can defend it. But mostly, we’ll be letting down our families–Mom, Dad, our little brothers and sisters–and our girls. Making all those folks proud of us tomorrow is our responsibility, Kid, and I’m scared we won’t live up to it.”
“Don’t worry, Sarge. We’ll get the job done. We’ll make them proud. Won’t we, fellas?”
(Chorus of “Yeahs,” and “And hows” and similar agreements.)
“That’s good. Now you boys that can, try to get some sleep. We’ve got a lot of work to do tomorrow, and you guys are going to want to be ready.”
“Are you threatening me, sir? For if you are, by Gadfrey…”
Can’t believe no one’s done this one yet: “Is there a doctor in the house?!”
“Give 'em the works!”
“Wanna play rough, do ya?”
“What’s the big idea?”
Follow that car!
Don’t look now…
Got a light?
“Aw, applesauce, Mary!”
I use “lousy with” whenever we go someplace crowded.
When my kids get their hands into things they shouldn’t, I tell them to keep their meat hooks out.
I’m anachronistic…
“Tally-ho!”
Wadda you lookin’ at, mug?
backhands the Blonde Dame
That outta learn ya!
Why I aughta pound you!
“I vant to be alone!”
:: wolf whistle :: “Wouldya getta load of those gams?”
“Does she have a sister?”
“Ask your mother.”
“You’ll take it and you’ll like it!”
“Why don’t you go take a long walk off a short pier?”
“Aw, quit yer bellyachin’.”
“Shut up or I’ll give ya somethin’ to cry about.”