The Damned Don't Cry (1950)
[Ethel and George kiss]
Ethel Whitehead: You're asking for trouble, aren't you?
George Castleman: I never got anything yet worthwhile, without trouble. Only don't take this for anything more than it's worth.
Ethel Whitehead: It might be worth more than you think.
Ethel Whitehead: Don't talk to me about self-respect. That's something you tell yourself you got when you got nothing else.
Ethel Whitehead: He's promised me the world, Marty, and I've got to have it.
Ethel Whitehead: The only thing that counts is that stuff you take to the bank, that filthy buck that everybody sneers at, but slugs to get.
Patricia Longworth: [at the roulette table] What's happened to that system of yours, darling? I thought you always quit while you were still ahead.
Ethel Whitehead: I've been experimenting with a new one: stay to the bitter end.
Ethel Whitehead: If you'll write out the obituary, I'll give you a check.
Nick Prenta: [intercepting and examining the check she's offered for her gambling losses] Your check's no good, Mrs. Forbes.
Ethel Whitehead: [coldly] My check's good anywhere.
Nick Prenta: [tearing up the check] Except here.
Ethel Whitehead: [looks annoyed]
Nick Prenta: That's right. I'm fresh. But I'm also generous. Tonight, you're the guest of the house. Now tomorrow night, that's different. Tomorrow night you can lose your shirt.
[looks her over and bends closer]
Nick Prenta: I'll even pay to see that.
Martin Blackford: [when she wants to stop helping a gangster friend] This isn't a party you can leave when you get bored. We could have left, you and I, a long time ago. We were only guests then. But we stayed too late.
Sandra: I'm gettin' myself a new partner!
Ethel Whitehead: You should get yourself a couple of other new items, if you'll pardon the expression.
Ethel Whitehead: Don't talk to me about self-respect. That's something you tell yourself you got when you got nothing else. What kind of self-respect is there living on aspirin tablets and chicken salad sandwiches?
Ethel Whitehead: Look Marty, the only thing that counts is that stuff you take to the bank, that filthy buck that everybody sneers at, but slugs to get.
Ethel Whitehead: I know how you feel. You're a nice guy. But the world isn't for nice guys. You've got to kick and punch and belt your way up because nobody's going to give you a lift. You've got to do it yourself, cuz nobody cares about us except ourselves.