Good News (1947)
Connie Lane: [as Pat McClellan is admiring herself in the mirror] Gee, I wish someone loved me like you love you!
Pooch: Come on, Bobby, get your uniform off.
Bobby Turner: Aw, gee, Poochy. I get so little chance to wear it I like to keep it on until the last minute. Sometimes I even rub a little dirt on it just to convince myself I'm really on the team.
Tommy Marlowe: What a vocabulary! Wait until I spring this on Pat!
Connie Lane: Why don't you just hit her over the head with a hockey stick?
Babe Doolittle: Well, Bobby, here I am.
Bobby Turner: What?
Babe Doolittle: It's time for that dance I promised you.
Bobby Turner: Go away! Beef said he'd kill anybody that came near you.
Babe Doolittle: Well, wouldn't it be worth it?
Bobby Turner: No!
Babe Doolittle: Bobby, you and me are soul mates.
Bobby Turner: What?
Babe Doolittle: I won't take no for an answer. Tell me you love me.
[Showing her arm]
Babe Doolittle: Look at that. Goosepimples. Think it's cold? No, it's you.
Bobby Turner: Yeah? Well, look at that.
[Points at his arm]
Bobby Turner: Goosepimples. You think it's you? No, it's Beef!
Tommy Marlowe: Pat, I don't understand it, I'm a very popular guy!
Pat McClellan: [uninterested] Oh, really?
Tommy Marlowe: Yes, by this time next year I'll be All-American!
Pat McClellan: Oh, does that mean you'll be a citizen?
Pooch: And another thing... the boys don't understand a thing you're saying. They're waiting for the signals, you give them the signals - but they're in French!
[Tommy rattles off a some French vocabulary words]
Tommy Marlowe: Guess I can't help it, Poochy. Language comes easy to me. I've only been in class five days and already I speak like a native. I don't know of what country, but, ah, like a native.
[after getting out of a car with college boys piled upon her as she hides]
Babe Doolittle: Gee, the old place hasn't changed much. I wonder if McKinley's still president?
Beef: I used to think I had a mother fixation... Never did like her. I like you better.
Pat McClellan: Oh, Beef, you're a panic!
Babe Doolittle: I've been reading that psychology you were talking about. I've got a split personality!
Beef: Well, if anyone comes near you, they'll be a split-personality!
Bobby Turner: Babe! Go away!
Babe Doolittle: Is that all you have to say to me?
Bobby Turner: No! Leave me alone!
[to Connie, looking into her eyes]
Tommy Marlowe: They sure are blue.