Slim:
Who was the girl, Steve?
Steve:
Who was what girl?
Slim:
The one who left you with such a high opinion of women.
Slim:
You know Steve, you're not very hard to figure, only at times. Sometimes I know exactly what you're going to say. Most of the time. The other times... the other times, you're just a stinker.
[
Slim kisses Steve]
Steve:
What did you do that for?
Slim:
I've been wondering if I'd like it.
Steve:
What's the decision?
Slim:
I don't know yet.
[
They kiss again]
Slim:
It's even better when you help.
Eddie:
Was you ever bit by a dead bee?
Slim:
I'm hard to get, Steve. All you have to do is ask me.
Steve:
You know what you're getting into. It's gonna be rough.
Slim:
You know you don't have to act with me, Steve. You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to do anything. Not a thing. Oh, maybe just whistle. You know how to whistle, don't you, Steve? You just put your lips together and... blow.
Slim:
Give her my love.
Steve:
I'd give her my own if she had that on!
Eddie:
Drinking don't bother my memory. If it did I wouldn't drink. I couldn't. You see, I'd forget how good it was, then where'd I be? Start drinkin' water, again.
Steve:
Anybody got a match?
Slim:
Change your mind?
Steve:
No money, those guys cleaned me out.
Slim:
I forgot too - maybe I can do something, its been a long day and I'm thirsty.
[
surveys club patrons]
Steve:
Picked him out yet?
Slim:
You don't mind do you?
Steve:
You're thirsty, go ahead. If I get tired of waiting, I'll be back at that hotel.
Slim:
All right
[
starts moving through tables]
Slim:
What are you trying to do, guess her weight?
Steve:
She's heftier that you think.
[
lays down fainted woman he has been carrying]
Steve:
Better loosen her clothes.
Slim:
You've been doing all right.
[
stops him from loosening clothes]
Slim:
Maybe you'd better look after her husband.
Steve:
He's not going to run out on me.
Slim:
Neither is she.
Title Card:
[
first lines]
Title Card:
Martinique, in the summer of 1940, shortly after the fall of France.
Title Card:
Forte de France
Steve:
Morning.
Officer at port:
Good Morning, Captain Morgan. What can I do for you today?
Steve:
Same thing as yesterday.
Officer at port:
You and your client wish to make a temporary exit from the port?
Steve:
*That* is right.
Officer at port:
Name?
Steve:
Ha - Harry Morgan.
Officer at port:
Nationality?
Steve:
Eskimo.
Officer at port:
What?
Steve:
American.
[
last lines]
Slim:
Cricket. I came to say good-bye.
Cricket:
What?
Slim:
We're leaving now. Thanks for everything.
Cricket:
Hey Slim, are you still happy?
Slim:
What do you think?
Eddie:
I've been figuring, them guys don't think that I'm wise, but they was trying to get me drunk.
[
laughs]
Eddie:
They don't know me, do they, Harry?
[
Hiccups]
Steve:
[
to a Vichy cop who has just slapped Slim] Go ahead, slap me...
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