Live, Love and Learn (1937)

Robert Montgomery: Bob Graham

Quotes 

• Bob Graham : Julie, I'm going to paint my heart out for you. But if I turn out not to be a combination of Cezanne and Renoir, why, you'll know it's just because I haven't got what it takes, that's all.

  Bob Graham : [sharp knock on the door is heard]  Who is it?

  Mrs. Crump : [off-screen]  It's Mrs. Crump!

  Julie Stoddard : Well, go away!

  Bob Graham : Shh. It's the landlady. She has dark powers. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if what she was in league with the devil.

• Julie Stoddard : [opening a letter]  It's from Uncle Albert.

  Bob Graham : Written on asbestos?

  Julie Stoddard : I think he meant it to be a nice letter... it says he doesn't want to think of me standing in the bread line, so he is enclosing a check, and it will have to suffice until I come back.

  Oscar : [eagerly]  How much? How much?

  Oscar : [Julie shows him the check]  Jumping Jehoshaphat, he's endowed the girl! Two thousand smackolas! Why, we're rich!

• Bob Graham : You're not *really* Mr. Bawltitude, are you?

  Mr. Bawltitude : Take your hands off me, you homicidal *maniac*!

• Bob Graham : Et tu, Mr. Bawltitude!

  Bob Graham : [continues, as Mr. Bawltitude seems confused]  Now, now. You remember me. I'm the boy who snatched your pants. Who painted yellow like nobody since Van Gogh.

  Mr. Bawltitude : You do well to employ the past tense, Mr. Graham. I've had the disgusting misfortune of viewing some of your more recent daubs.

  Bob Graham : And you find them without emotion and without beauty, Mr. Bawltitude?

  Mr. Bawltitude : I found them custom-made to the measurements of the Idle Rich, of which class you have so obviously become a poodle, Mr. Graham.

  Bob Graham : I am just batting out a nest egg, Mr. Bawltitude. I can get back to the good stuff any time I want to.

  Mr. Bawltitude : Should you ever attempt to do so, Mr. Graham, you will find that in art, there is no going back. Like so many others, you have bartered away your birthright. As a painter, you are now *through*. You're a has-been who will never do another decent picture. And in the future, please understand: snatching a man's pants under false pretenses does *not* constitute an introduction. And for the present, I find your conversation, like your canvasses, *not* worth the candle.

  [walks off]