From the monumental movie The Treasure of the Sierra Madre we get the scene of murderous banditos confronting Bogart, et. al: “If you're police, where are your badges?” “Badges? We don't got to show you no steenkin' badges!” (Close, anyway...)
I personally met the disc jockey who made this quote famous 'round the world and possibly beyond.
I personally met the disc jockey who made this quote famous 'round the world and possibly beyond. He did a daily show for an hour or two at KSFO-AM in San Francisco in the 1950s and '60s, largely contemporary jazz. His name was Al Collins, noms de guerre being “Big Al” and “Jazzbo.” I recomember his teevy show on a local independent (KTVU, channel 2) presenting the skit that made him famous.
Raise your paw if you remember “special delivery” mail. As a postal employee, I loved hitting the road of a Sunday morning in the little red, white, and blue truck, handing the mail out personally to the addressees. Not everybody wants woke up this way, but I never had any of 'em sic the dogs on me. I always considered this a plum assignment: Get out of the mail sorting building and breeze around a fair-sized city for half a day.
Important People paid extra to have Time Magazine bundled through the mail system separately for them so us postals could grab them and deliver on Sundays. This way, the Swells could comment on the magazine's contents in advance of the hoi polloi reading Time's drivel. Jazzbo was one of them.
I rang his bell. The great man's shuffling rotund presence, in house robe, greeted me. Accepted my offering with courtesy, which is as much as a peon can ask of a guy who endures this intrusion every week. Service with a smile, sir.