Parachute Jumper (1933)
Bill Keller: Why don't you dig in with me? I got a room. I only owe two weeks rent.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Say, do I look like that?
Bill Keller: It's no proposition. You're out in the rainstorm and you haven't got an umbrella.
Kurt Weber: I have seen enough. I am presenting you with a belly full of lead.
Toodles Cooper: [Opening scene. Extreme close up of a Nicaraguan woman in a bar slowly shaking her backside to-and-fro] I didn't think the Marines would keep their promise when they said they'd show me the world. There's a little wiggle that has a meaning all its own. Hey Bill, how's your rhumba?
[Bill starts to unzip his pants]
Bill Keller: Now, don't get so personal.
Toodles Cooper: Oh, rhumba's a dance! You stupid?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Well, I still say its a lovely day.
Bill Keller: What are you selling, weather reports? Don't waste your time, I'm broke.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: You would be.
Bill Keller: Well, I guess the Depression's hit every business.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Oh, you got me wrong, buddy. I'm a stenographer without a typewriter to pound or piece of gum to chew or a place to put it.
Bill Keller: Park the body, honey. Squat.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Thank you, seh.
Bill Keller: Mississippi?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: No seh, Sugarville, Alabama, had me. But, New York's got me.
Bill Keller: Okay, Alabama!
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: I've been expecting you! I knew you were too good to be true.
Bill Keller: I just wanted to see how you were getting on.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Yeah, I've heard that one before. And I don't need to be tucked in, neither!
Bill Keller: Where you going?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: YWCA!
Bill Keller: Oh, now wait a minute, you got me wrong! Honest, it's not going to happen again. Not while I'm sober.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Well, I'll take a chance. Back to your cell, monk.
Bill Keller: Pleasant dreams, sweetheart. No talking in your sleep, now.
Toodles Cooper: I wouldn't do this
[share a bed]
Toodles Cooper: for anybody but you, Bill.
Bill Keller: Not even Greta Garbo?
Toodles Cooper: Oh, well, but she's out of town.
Bill Keller: Keep your pants on, brother! I was flying airplanes when you thought a joy stick was a lollypop.
Pilot with Alabama: Well, the worst is over, lady. The chutes open.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: But, he's fallin' so fast!
Pilot with Alabama: Well, he's got to come down.
Bill Keller: Look at those stars. Ah, it's a swell night, isn't it?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Awfully swell. Did you ever study astronomy?
Bill Keller: No. Just anatomy.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: I mean the study of heavenly bodies.
Bill Keller: Well.
Bill Keller: Say, I wonder if those stars were wise to use two days ago, heh?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Maybe, they wink a lot.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: It's like a cock-eyed dream.
Bill Keller: Cock-eyed is right.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: I hope it stays nice and cock-eyed.
Toodles Cooper: I knew a dame would spoil things, just when you landed a good job.
Mrs. Newberry: Can you make a fire, Keller?
Bill Keller: Yessum.
Mrs. Newberry: Then, come up. Make me a fire.
Bill Keller: She's coming across with some cash, now. But, I got to go up and build a fire.
Toodles Cooper: What are you, a visiting fireman?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: A fire? That dame looks plenty hot to me!
Bill Keller: It won't be long. You just stay here and pot like this until I come back.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Okay, but, that fire racket burns me up.
Mrs. Newberry: You act as if you're afraid of me.
Bill Keller: Me? No, there's not a woman on earth that I can't lick.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: He's been up there an hour, Toodles. It wouldn't take that long to build a fire with a pocket lighter.
Toodles Cooper: Maybe he's rubbin' two dried sticks together.
Mrs. Newberry: Understand, you're not just an ordinary chauffeur. I engage you because I like you and you seem quite competent. I think you'll enjoy the position.
Bill Keller: I suppose there'll be considerable night work.
Mrs. Newberry: Oh, some. Naturally, you'll receive compensation for overtime.
Mrs. Newberry: I'm making an exception in your case. All of my chauffeurs have been Frenchmen. I think, as a rule, they are, they're more versatile.
Bill Keller: Well, did you get any breaks today, kid?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: No, I guess people have stopped writing letters. I've got a sneakin' idea there's an oversupply of typewriter massagers.
Bill Keller: Say listen, when are you, when are you going to stop saying no to me?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Oh, I knew you were going to spoil things.
Bill Keller: No, no, no, no. I mean, I mean we can... get married.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Married? But, you don't know anything about me. You don't even know how old I am.
Bill Keller: Well, that's alright. You look over 18.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Good morning, Mr. Weber. I'm Miss Brent.
Kurt Weber: Oh, yes. Won't you come a little closer, please. Well, what, eh, what experience have you had?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Three years, Mr. Weber. Shorthand. Typing. In fact, I think I can make myself quite handy around the office.
Kurt Weber: Three years? Why, you don't look 17.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: I can look older, if you want me to.
Bill Keller: Never mind where I came from; but, you better start talking and talk fast, big eyes.
Tom Crowley: This ain't a social call and we ain't stayin' that long.
Kurt Weber: No, well, I'm very sorry.
Tom Crowley: Yes, I sort of thought you'd be. Now get this, we're through flying your whoopie water from Canada.
Bill Keller: How many times do I have to tell you, I'm sorry? Do I have to get down on my knees?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: You're no Mammy singer! The less you say, the better I'll like it.
Bill Keller: But, you didn't have to move out on us!
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: I don't want any charity from you or from anybody! I had to have a job. And when I got the chance with Weber, I had to make the grade; however, I could. Now, as for what you overheard in there, made just about as much as a politician's promise.
Bill Keller: Where'd you get the elegant burlap?
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Where'd you get the tux?
Bill Keller: Mr. Weber bought it for me.
Patricia 'Alabama' Brent: Mr. Weber took me buy buy too. Do you like it?
Bill Keller: What there is of it.
Steve Donovan: If these mugs get gay, remember they pack their rods here.
[Pats back pant's pocket]
Steve Donovan: I'm gettin' outta here before the law blows in.
Kurt Weber: So, you are turning yellow, heh, Steve?
Steve Donovan: Now, listen, if it was only liquor, I wouldn't care. But, when you start running...
Bill Keller: Hold on a minute! You mean to tell me we've been flying something else? I mean, dope?
Kurt Weber: Now, Bill, my boy, don't get excited.
Steve Donovan: Nah, it's only 10 years in the Federal Pen.
Bill Keller: Are these bags, they're full of that junk?