San Francisco (1936)
Mary Blake: I'm going to stay.
Father Mullin: That's right. You're in probably the wickedest, most corrupt city, most Godless city in America. Sometimes it frightens me. I wonder what the end's going to be. But nothing can harm you if you don't allow it to because nothing in the world, no one in the world, is all bad.
Jack Burley: [referring to Mary Blake] Well, there's no law against an opera singer being slender, young and beautiful.
Blackie Norton: Well sister, what's your racket?
Mary Blake: I'm a singer!
Blackie Norton: Let's see your legs!
Mary Blake: I said, I'm a singer!
[pointing at necklace]
Blackie Norton: Hey. I thought I told you not to wear that thing.
Trixie: Ah gee, honey, I think it's nice.
Blackie Norton: Yeah? Well I think it makes you look cheap!
[Rips it off of her]
Blackie Norton: Now don't wear it anymore. Blackie doesn't like it.
Mat: [to a bartender] "Everyone to his own taste," the old lady said as she kissed the cow. Ain't that a...
[not getting a reaction]
Mat: What's the matter? No sense of humor?
Waiter at Chicken's Ball: [referring to the earthquake] Well, we certainly don't do things halfway in San Francisco.
Jack Burley: One never knows where one's gonna find talent.
Blackie Norton: No, no, one never does, does one?
Blackie Norton: That process server is the meanest man west of the Rocky Mountains. He'd push his mother off a ferry boat for half a dollar. Yeah, he'd turn the air off in a baby's incubator just to watch the little sucker squirm.
Mary Blake: Hello, Della. I'm glad to see you again.
Della Bailey: You won't be for long. I just dropped over to tell you what I think of you. You know, I haven't seen this woman since she walked out on the best man in San Francisco to marry the town's number one rodent.
Jack Burley: I think you better go, Della.
Della Bailey: Oh, no. I've got a few things I want to tell you, too. Now, in case you folks don't follow me, I'll tell you that this mouse here has just had a padlock put on The Paradise and thrown all of Blackie Norton's performers in jail. That's what Blackie got for picking this phony up out of the gutter and giving her a chance.
Jack Burley: Come on, folks.
Della Bailey: Hold still. Don't think I want to breathe the air near you any longer than I have to. You ought to make that mouse awfully happy. Here's a five spot, brother. I'm buying back me introduction to you.