Naughty Marietta (1935)
Warrington: Now the nightmare is all over, ladies. The next man who lays a finger on any of you will be... your husband.
Abe: Do you know a longer way to the governor's office, Captain?
Zeke: Yes, through the woods, kinda pretty.
Warrington: So you like me as a nightingale? Wasn't I magnificent?
Marietta: Oh, you're a modest little fellow, aren't you?
Warrington: I'm known as the mad Mudlark of the Mississippi. Ssh, don't tell a soul.
Marietta: No, I won't. I'll leave that for you to do.
Marietta: See the lovely flowers Captain Warrington bought me. Lovely aren't they?
Abe: Squeeze the juice out of them things and it's mighty good when you get a boil on your neck.
Zeke: Good for swollen feet too.
Uncle: Poor Don Carlos, suffered such excruciating misery from seasickness, almost at the despair of his life.
Marietta: But he didn't die?
Uncle: Fortunately not.
Governor d'Annard: Oh, that's Warrington.
Major Bonnell: My men will take care of him.
Governor d'Annard: Well, who's going to take care of your men?
Warrington: Now let's talk this over as one mudlark to another...
Marietta: I do not wish to be included in that.
Warrington: ...but that was no street singers' warbling, Blue Eyes. The quality of those tones was something...
Marietta: I used to appear at the Opera Comique.
Warrington: I see, until the manager wished for you to appear as Lady Godiva and you refused.
Marietta: Yes, something like that, yes.
Warrington: [after rescuing the Casquette girls] Alright, boys. Turn away and grit your teeth; that's contraband.