Page Miss Glory (1935)
Grend Central Terminal barker: [First Lines] "Mohawk local arrival on plat 28. From Ipswich Falls, Waterbury, Watertown, Waterville, Elmira, Broken Arrow, Minnetonka, Harkensville, Dobbs Corner, New Paradise, and Red Hook.
Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory: [Last Lines]
[said while the plane they are in is doing loops]
Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory: Now, loop me, Bingo!
Bingo Nelson: Hold on, honey.
Loretta Dalrymple, aka Miss Dawn Glory: Ooh! I've found my dream man and I've never been so h-h-happy in all my life.
Nick Papadopolis: I can tear telephone books in two!
Betty: For pete's sake... someone give him a telephone book!
Gladys: [Click and Ed have just ordered some sophisticated clothing from a couple of haberdashers] You two are certainly milking our "golden calf." Evening clothes, riding habits, "Olde" English monograms on your shirts... a little while ago you were lucky to have soup stains.
Click Wiley: [nonchalantly] You heard my secretary: even the best is not good enough for us.
Gladys: By the way, the "golden calf" has been awfully quiet for the last 10 minutes.
[jumps up to go check on Loretta, aka Dawn Glory]
Click Wiley: You know, Eddie, I'm anxious to see those riding habits.
Ed Olson: I'm anxious to see the horse.
Gladys: Hey! She's gone!
Ed Olson: [Click and Ed jump up in a panic] Maybe we better cancel those Olde English monograms!
Slattery: Mr. Wiley, I've always considered you a very fascinating man.
Click Wiley: Thanks.
Slattery: So fascinating, in fact, that I've been spending the last few days studying your life's work. Digging into the past. Tracing your career, as it were.
Click Wiley: Why... I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about.
Slattery: Then permit me to refresh your memory. In 1932, traveling under the name of Frank Benson, you inserted an ad in the Personal Column of a Waukesha paper for the heirs of a millionaire - who existed only in your imagination. According to you, he died in New York without leaving a will. You offered to investigate all claims for the slight fee of 10 dollars each - *just* to cover expenses. You got quite a collection of 10-spots out of it - - to investigate the will of a man who never existed.
Ed Olson: [butting in before Wiley can respond] They deserved it. Every one of those apple-knockers who sent in ten dollars must've been lying. Trying to get something for nothing.