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Scarlet Street (1945) Poster

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Adele Cross: Next thing you'll be painting women without clothes.

Christopher Cross: I never saw a woman without any clothes.

Adele Cross: I should hope not!

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Kitty March: Well, I was going to do this myself, but, uh...

[hands him toenail polish]

Kitty March: Paint me, Chris!... They'll be masterpieces.

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Johnny Prince: Can't you get those Lazy Legs off that couch, baby?

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Kitty March: If he were mean or vicious or if he'd bawl me out or something, I'd like him better.

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Kitty March: How long does it take you to paint a picture?

Christopher Cross: Sometimes a day, sometimes a year. You can't tell. It has to grow.

Kitty March: I never knew paint could grow.

Christopher Cross: Feeling grows. You know, that's the important thing, feeling. You take me. No one ever taught me how to draw, so I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.

Kitty March: Yeah I see.

Christopher Cross: It's like falling in love I guess. You know... first you see someone, then it keeps growing, until you can't think of anyone else.

Kitty March: That's interesting.

Christopher Cross: The way I think of things, that all art is. Every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.

Kitty March: I never heard anyone talk like that before.

Christopher Cross: There aren't many people you can talk to this way. So you keep it to yourself. You walk around with everything bottled up.

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Johnny Prince: And then you gave me a dirty look.

Kitty March: I didn't give you a dirty look!

Johnny Prince: Listen, any girl that waits two hours in the rain for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look.

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Kitty March: Who do you think you are? My guardian angel?

Millie Ray: Not me, honey. I lost those wings a long time ago.

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Johnny Prince: Lazy Legs,

[kisses her]

Johnny Prince: I don't know what you told Janeway, but you got him eatin' right out of your hand.

Kitty March: It won't stop with lunch!

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Kitty March: How can a man be so dumb... I've been waiting to laugh in your face ever since I met you. You're old and ugly and I'm sick of you ^Ö sick, sick, sick!

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Christopher Cross: Hey, did you read this?

Adele Cross: Read what?

Christopher Cross: This murder in Queens. A man killed his wife with the window weight, put her body in the trunk, shipped her to California. It says here...

Adele Cross: I've read the paper, thank you. He didn't get away with it, did he? He'll go to the chair, as he should.

Christopher Cross: Yeah, a man hasn't got a chance with these New York detectives.

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[last lines]

Kitty March: Johnny. Oh, Johnny.

Johnny Prince: Lazy Legs.

Kitty March: Jeepers, I love you Johnny.

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Kitty March: You know those art galleries on Fifth Avenue? The prices they charge! I saw one little picture that cost fifty-thousand dollars. They call it, uh, 'Seezan'.

Christopher Cross: Cezanne? Oh, he was a great French painter. I'd like to own that painting.

Kitty March: You would? For fifty-thousand dollars?

Christopher Cross: You can't put any price on masterpieces like that. They're worth, well, whatever you can afford to pay for them.

Kitty March: You know what, Chris? I bet I saw some of your pictures there and didn't know it. Next time I'll look for your name.

Christopher Cross: Oh no no no no no. I, uh... I don't sell my pictures.

Kitty March: Well not in New York you mean.

Christopher Cross: No, I-...

Kitty March: I know. I bet your sell your pictures in Europe, France or someplace like that. I don't know much about painting, but I bet your get as much for your pictures in France as those Frenchman get right here in New York. You're never appreciated in your own country.

Christopher Cross: Well that's one way of looking at it. But you know when I paint, I don't think of money. I just paint for fun.

Kitty March: Fun?

Christopher Cross: Yes. I think it's the most fun I know, painting. I wish I had all the time to paint.

Kitty March: But don't you have time?

Christopher Cross: [stammering] Well you know... business takes a lot of time.

Kitty March: I wonder when you get all that money.

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[first lines]

Bank Employees: [singing] For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow... which nobody can deny. Which nobody can deny. Which nobody can deny. Which nobody can deny.

[repeat chorus]

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Reporter on Train: [referring to being executed] I'd rather have a judge give me the works than to have to do it to myself.

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Johnny Prince: For cat's sake...

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