Merrily We Go to Hell (1932)

Sylvia Sidney: Joan Prentice

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Quotes 

• Jerry Corbett : If you love me, you'll lock that door so that I can't get out.

  [Joan opens the door] 

  Jerry Corbett : You mean that?

  Joan Prentice : I'm no jailer.

• Joan Prentice : I spent the morning realizing that we're living in a modern world - where there's no place for old-fashioned wives. You seem to want a modern wife and that's what I'm going to be. In other words, I'm going to unpack my trunks. You see, I'd rather go merrily to Hell with you than alone.

• Jerry Corbett : I always said you were swell.

  Joan Prentice : Perhaps you won't think so much longer because if being a modern husband gives you privileges, then being a modern wife gives me privileges.

• Joan Prentice : Gentlemen, I give you the holy state of matrimony, modern style: single lives, twin beds and triple bromides in the morning.

• Charlie Baxter : [Toasting]  To the ladies. They keep their hearts, and change their minds.

  Joan Prentice : Oh, no. We keep our minds, but change our hearts!

• Joan Prentice : [Seeing Jerry being carried in]  Buck, is he hurt?

  Buck : Oh, he's still alive, but a couple of bottles of scotch are dead.

• Joan Prentice : I see you believe in signs.

  Jerry Corbett : [Drunkenly]  Mmmm, and all the signs point to three stars.

  [THe camera pans in to a bottle of Henessey brandy] 

• Jerry Corbett : Wouldn't you like a little drink?

  Joan Prentice : No thank you. Drinking isn't one of my many vices.

  Jerry Corbett : Oh, personally, I'm going to stop drinking next Tuesday afternoon at three o'clock sharp.

• Jerry Corbett : You don't often see such fine hands. Long, slender and artistic. And a diamond ring the size of a small potato on the right little finger.

  Joan Prentice : Awfully fine head. You're like an Indian. Fine chiseled features. Clean-cut as a tomahawk.

• Joan Prentice : Do you always make love to girls when you take them for a drive?

  Jerry Corbett : I don't often take them for a drive. I'm afraid as a rule I prefer the company of men - particularly if they're bartenders. You see, I figured out a long time ago a punch in the nose heals much quicker than a broken heart.

• Jerry Corbett : Don't you think I've done enough today?

  Joan Prentice : How many pages?

  Jerry Corbett : Two, uh, and a half.

  Joan Prentice : You know you do three pages a day.

  Jerry Corbett : You're not Mrs. Jerry Corbett. You're Mrs. Simon Legree and I'm poor ol' Uncle Tom.

• Joan Prentice : If being a modern husband gives you privileges, then being a modern wife gives me privileges.

  Jerry Corbett : I'm not worried, honey. I've told you before, you've got the words but not the tune.

  Joan Prentice : Don't forget, I have a musical ear and can pick up tunes easily.

• Party Boy : [laughing, drunkenly]  By the way, has anyone here heard about the depression?

  Joan Prentice : What depression?

  Male Party Guest : The very charming depression between your shoulder blades, my dear.

  Joan Prentice : [giggling]  You're tickling me.

• Joan Prentice : Where's our charming host?

  Jerry Corbett : He's sleeping - behind the bar there.

• [last lines] 

  Joan Prentice : Oh, Jerry. My baby. My baby.