The Mad Miss Manton (1938)
Melsa Manton: [storms into the room and slaps the first man she sees] Are you Peter Ames?
Peter's Secretary: No...
Peter Ames: But I am...
Melsa Manton: [Slaps Peter]
Peter Ames: [Slaps Melsa] To complete the circle.
Peter Ames: Listen, before I knew you, I disliked you intensly. When I met you, I disliked you intensly. Even now, I dislike you intensly... that is, the sensible sane portion of me... but there;s an insane side of me that gets a little violent every time I think of you.
Melsa Manton: Getting out of a million dollar lawsuit wouldn't have anything to do with your change in affection, would it?
Peter Ames: You're a nasty creature, aren't you, but in time I'll beat it out of you.
Melsa Manton: Helen, you search the upstairs.
Helen Frayne: Oh, no! I was never much of an individualist. If the upstairs has to be searched, we'll search it together.
Dora Fenton: Why, that's communism!
Melsa Manton: [has just discovered Fonda is faking being near death, to pump her for information] Are you still in pain, sweet?
Peter Ames: [from hospital bed, faintly] Oh its nothing, nothing... only when I move... but its nothing...
Melsa Manton: [hovering over hospital bed] Peter, perhaps I did wrong in not telling Inspector Brent everything.
Peter Ames: You mean you held something back?
Melsa Manton: Yes Peter.
Peter Ames: [this is what he's hoping to hear] Oh sweet, you're so clever.
Melsa Manton: Remember when I went into Ronnie Beldon's apartment?
Peter Ames: Yes dear.
Melsa Manton: When I went into the bathroom, I found something.
Peter Ames: In the bathroom?
Melsa Manton: Yes, floating around in a foot of water in the bathtub.
Peter Ames: Louder, dear, I can hardly hear you.
Melsa Manton: [ominously] I'll come closer.
Peter Ames: Tell me dear, what was it?
Melsa Manton: [yelling] The Normandie, you black-hearted faker, in full sail!
[stabs him in the leg with a fork]
Peter Ames: We'll go to South America, for six months - maybe we'll never come back!
Melsa Manton: Can you afford it?
Peter Ames: No, but you can.
Melsa Manton: Isn't there a drop of red blood in your veins? I want to live on your income!
Peter Ames: That's foolish, who's going to live on yours?
Hilda: [throwing an entire pitcher of water in Peter's face] Sorry, Mr. Ames, it was orders! But I used distilled water.
Helen Frayne: If you kill her, you have to kill all of us!
Dora Fenton: Oh! You're always talking communism.
Lt. Mike Brent: Look, lady, it's been ten minutes since you called us. The murderer, that is if there is a murderer, could be in Brooklyn by now - that is, if anybody *wants* to be in in Brooklyn.
Dora Fenton: You know, psychiatrists say hate's just a step away from love.
Helen Frayne: Yeah, but it's the lull in between that drives you crazy.
Peter Ames: [to Melsa] You're up to your beautiful hips in murder!
Lt. Mike Brent: Miss Manton, I don't know what your game is but I know this - either your education or your spankin's been neglected. Now I can't do anything about spankin' ya, or can I?
Melsa Manton: Hilda, the door!
Hilda: [already on her way to answer it] I heard it. I ain't deaf. Sometimes I wished I was.
Kit Beverly: [tagging along after Hilda, talking with her mouth full] Have you another piece of cake, Hilda?
Hilda: Yes, I have, but the kitchen's closed for the night.
Melsa Manton: Hilda! Miss Beverly is our guest!
Hilda: *I* didn't ask 'er up!
Helen Frayne: Comes the revolution and we'll stop being exploited by our help.
Melsa Manton: In my house the revolution is here.
Lt. Mike Brent: Everybody suspects you of holding out, even I do.
Melsa Manton: Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls.
Edward Norris: Don't speak to anyone. I don't want to kill an innocent bystander.
Peter Ames: Ya know that's what I like about crazy men; that fine sense of distinction.
Edward Norris: You think I'm insane?
Melsa Manton: [Stands in front of Peter, as to protect him] Oh, he's says that to everybody.
Peter Ames: [Referring to Melsa] Isn't she wonderful? That's the girl I'm going to marry.
Lt. Mike Brent: I'll take Snow White!
Hilda: [to the telephoe operator] Give me the Morrnin' Clarion. I don't know the numba'! The only numbers I knowse are policy numbers.
Melsa Manton: [to her friends] Get him, girls!
Peter Ames: [Nervously, then desparately as the girls engulf and subdue him] Hey, wait a minute, girls...
[clicks the phone]
Peter Ames: Tahe it easy, girls... look... Hello... Help, I tho... wha... ahh!...
Lt. Mike Brent: [Talking about Melsa] She's probably the kind of dame who would come back to haunt me. Otherwise, I'd shoot to kill.
Melsa Manton: Police! All they know is to blow a whistle and hold up traffic!
Lt. Mike Brent: Round up that bag of dames that run around with Manton and bring them down to headquarters. Dreag 'em out of bed if you have to!
Sullivan: Are you kidding? I hope I have to!
Melsa Manton: Well, if I want to marry a fortune hunter, I can go to Europe and marry a professional one.
Melsa Manton: May I have a cigarette?
[He places one in her mouth, lights it]
Melsa Manton: I've had dozens of cigarette lighters but they never worked.
Peter Ames: This just one just takes cheap gasoline.
Melsa Manton: Maybe that's why.
Helen Frayne: Look! I found a bloodstain!
Dora Fenton: How can that be blood, it's blue!
Gloria Hamilton: Maybe he shot Mrs. Astor.
Peter Ames: [Melsa has been knocked unconscious and Peter is concerned] Get some water... Melsa. Oh, Melsa, darling, please, please don't be dead.
Helen Frayne: Here it is.
[Helen hands Peter a glass of water, Peter throws water in Melsa's face. She awakens, spluttering]
Peter Ames: It's all right. It's distilled water.