Pat and Mike (1952)
Mike Conovan: Not much meat on her, but what's there is 'cherce'.
Pat Pemberton: What would happen if I ever dropped you?
Mike Conovan: I'd go right down the drain.
Pat Pemberton: And?
Mike Conovan: I'd take you right down with me shorty.
Mike Conovan: I don't think you've ever been properly handled.
Pat Pemberton: That's right... not even by myself.
Pat Pemberton: Maybe we ought to wait until I don't feel so... so carved up, so nobody.
Collier Weld: Why don't you just let me take charge?
Pat Pemberton: [softly] I have to be in charge of myself.
Collier Weld: Oh, what's the good of this? I mean, after all...
Pat Pemberton: Have to have time to think it over is all.
Collier Weld: Well, just see that you don't think it under. It's a nice long ride, just take your time.
Pat Pemberton: [gets up and starts throwing her baggage out the window of the train] That's right! And I'm not going to take it!
Pat Pemberton: [to Collier] I've got to do something to prove to you, prove to myself - lend me some money will you - prove to both of us, in fact, everybody that I'm not just a...
[rushes from the train car]
Mike Conovan: What do you weigh this morning?
Gibby: 98, up 2.
Mike Conovan: Why up 2? Did you eat extra?
Gibby: No, no, honest.
Mike Conovan: Let him talk himself, will ya?
[looks at Hucko]
Davie Hucko: No, no, honest.
Mike Conovan: That's all, honey, that's all, say no more. Of course there's always a chance you could be an escaped fruitcake. But if there is something in what... as a matter of fact, if there is anything in what you say, I am going to promote you into the King of the World! Queen, I mean. Let's go.
Pat Pemberton: [bouncing tennis balls with her racket] Would you like to see me serve a few, Mr. Conovan?
Mike Conovan: Oh, no, no, just hit a couple.
Mike Conovan: Like I told you - don't feel like running, slow down. You're supposed to feel like it. That shows you're in condition. People do like they feel, they go on sometimes practically forever, some of them.
Pat Pemberton: Guess you'll go on practically forever, you stay on that bike.
Pat Pemberton: It was Collier. Never can do anything when he's watching me, it's always been that way.
Mike Conovan: Why?
Pat Pemberton: In love with him I guess.
Mike Conovan: Oh. Like me with lobster.
Pat Pemberton: What?
Mike Conovan: Lobster... the one thing I'm nuts about. The one thing that don't agree with me. Like you and him.
Pat Pemberton: Well, not exactly.
Mike Conovan: Why?
Pat Pemberton: Well, you see, this is a question of getting married. You've never been married to a lobster.
Mike Conovan: Ha ha ha ha ha. That's what you think.
Mike Conovan: [suspicious] Have another beer?
Davie Hucko: [inanely] No thanks, no more.
Mike Conovan: [hollers at Gibby] You see that?
Gibby: Davie, what're you doin' to me?
Davie Hucko: Nervous, thirsty!
Mike Conovan: Water, did you ever hear of water?
[Hucko nods, grinning]
Mike Conovan: Well, why didn't you drink water?
Davie Hucko: Um, ashamed.
Mike Conovan: You're what?
Davie Hucko: Nervous, thirsty- I go in the place, I'm ashamed to ask for free water! Took one beer.
Mike Conovan: Aww.
Davie Hucko: Yeah.
Mike Conovan: Uh-huh. Did you like it?
Davie Hucko: [chuckles] Yeah!
Mike Conovan: What?
Davie Hucko: No!
Pat Pemberton: What's to prevent me smoking when you're not around?
Mike Conovan: When am I not around?
Pat Pemberton: Well, you don't expect to be watching me every minute... out of every... twenty-four hours... out of every day, do you?
Mike Conovan: If I have to, sure.
Pat Pemberton: Not sure I'll like that.
Mike Conovan: Not asking you to like it. But you'll see pretty soon, pretty soon I'll trust you because you'll trust me. Because what's good for you is good for me and you for me, see? We're the same. We're equal. We're partners, see? 5-0, 5-0.
Pat Pemberton: [to Mrs. Beminger at the golf course] You know what you can do with your gluteal muscle? Give it away for Christmas!
Pat Pemberton: Mrs. Beminger, if you could possibly lift the needle from that long playing phonograph you keep in your face...
[forcing Mrs. Beminger into a chair, twice]
Pat Pemberton: Watch this...
[to a fellow golfer]
Pat Pemberton: Will you excuse me?
[drives nine golf balls in succession]
Pat Pemberton: [to Mrs. Beminger] You know what you can do with your gluteal muscle? Give it away for Christmas!