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: Gee, I think it's swell!
: You don't appreciate her. I know she seems a little hard and sophisticated, but underneath she's a pearl. Huckleberry Haines
: And a pearl so I'm told, is the result of a chronic irritation on an oyster.
: [Last words
] Where ya goin'? Stephanie
: Down! John Kent
: Now, why? Stephanie
: Because I pushed the button. John Kent
: But I want to talk to you. Stephanie
: That's what you're doing! John Kent
: I'd just like to tell you I love you. Je vous adore. Je vous aime. Stephanie
: Je t'aime! John Kent
: What does that mean? Stephanie
: I love you. John Kent
: Gee, that's swell.
: What was her name? Gee, I could find her like that if I could only remember her name. John Kent
: Anybody else you know, you can't remember? Huckleberry Haines
: Yeah, but, I can't think who they are.
: They tell me in Paris, if you don't buy your gown from Roberta, you're not dressed at all. Huckleberry Haines
: I see. Nude if you don't and nude if you do.
: I didn't really mean that about a dumb foreigner. Stephanie
: I forgive you. John Kent
: Gee, that's swell.
: You speak English beautifully. Stephanie
: Long ago I went to school in England. John Kent
: Did you like it? Stephanie
: Oh, yes. I like the English. And the Americans, too! John Kent
: Gee, that's swell. I'm an American! Stephanie
: Gee, that's swe - , I mean, I thought so.
: Nice old duck, isn't he? Roberta
: Well, he isn't so terribly old. John Kent
: Oh, I didn't mean in years, Aunt Minnie. I meant I like him. Roberta
: Do you? Then, you're a good judge of men.
: Now, tell me about this young lady you wrote me about. What was her name? John Kent
: Eh, Sophie. She's given me the air. Roberta
: What? John Kent
: We had a row. Roberta
: Oh, I thought she'd given you an heir.
: Stephanie is swell. Comtesse Scharwenka
: What? You are her - lover? John Kent
: I've never seen such a place! No one thinks of anything but being somebody's lover. Comtesse Scharwenka
: Well, have you never thought of it?
Lizzie Gatz alias Countess Scharwenka
: Do you plan, eh, fitting the ladies yourself, John? Huckleberry Haines
: What a picture: tape measure around the neck and pin cushion on the hip? John Kent
: I ought to spank the two of you.
: Why don't you let a guy alone when he's trying to figure things out! Huckleberry Haines
: She just wants to know what you're going to do. Lizzie Gatz
: That's all. John Kent
: I'm going home. Lizzie Gatz
: But, you can't! You're Mr. Roberta.
: Madame would not destroy that will. John Kent
: Are you trying to say I did? Prince Ladislaw
: I will not say yes or not! But it looks queer, very queer!
: Maybe we could be partners! John Kent
: No, no. You like it, you take it, Stephanie. I've got a football team to coach.
: Well, so long. Tell the Countess I'll be waiting for her. John Kent
: Where? Huckleberry Haines
: Oh, either on the right-side of the left bank or the left-side of the right bank.
: Mr. Kent's main idea is to design women's dresses the way men think they should be. Miss Jones - Newspaper Reporter
: And how do you men think they should be? John Kent
: Not so naked. Huckleberry Haines
: Well, he means that if clothes are to clothe they should clothe. It's more stimulating to the imagination if - clothes clothe.
: Now, tell me, eh, what paper will this be in? Miss Jones - Newspaper Reporter
: Paper? Why, I'm Miss Jones - I'm syndicated. When you talk to me, you're telling the world.
: Gee, you're swell. Sophie Teale
: John, you have a line that just sweeps a girl right off her feet.
: You've bawled me out for the last time. I've stood for all your knocking and criticism because it sounded so cute coming from such a little snip - and because I thought I loved you. Sophie Teale
: Oh, you thought you loved me? John Kent
: Yes and what a sap you've made of me.
: Give me a dozen brandies. Bartender
: A dozen? John Kent
: Yeah and line 'em up right here.
: It's nice of you to join us. John Kent
: Now, don't try and high hat me just because you happen to be with a broken-down prince.
: Ladislaw is our doorman and a Prince. John Kent
: A Prince? Your doorman? Roberta
: A Russian Prince. If there were such a thing as a restoration, Ladislaw would be in line for the throne.