Susan Slept Here (1954)
Susan Beaurgard Landis: [looking at a picture of Isabella] You know, I'd like to get a dye job and a facial like her.
Mark Christopher: Isabella is a natural blond.
Susan Beaurgard Landis: You sure?
Mark Christopher: We're very good friends... She told me.
Sergeant Monty Maizel: Remember you guys, she's underage. Lay one hand on her and that's all brother.
Mark Christopher: You know I've forgotten what seventeen year old emotional kids are like. I've been going out with middle-aged women; twenty, twenty-one.
Maude Snodgrass: Your husband's better than crazy, he's a writer. And you'll be just another story to him, Susie, unless you love him enough to stay and put the ending on it. Don't let the senator's daughter write the fade-out.
Susan Beaurgard Landis: Leave me alone! Let me go!
Maude Snodgrass: *After* I've talked to you like a mother.
Virgil, Mark's Gofer: What do *you* know about motherhood?
Maude Snodgrass: I happened to have typed the script to 'Stella Dallas.'
Virgil, Mark's Gofer: Take a lot of coffee, don't ya?
Sergeant Monty Maizel: Only black. It's the cream and sugar that hurts you.
Mark Christopher: Hello there.
Mark Christopher: I don't think we've met.
Sergeant Monty Maizel: That's because you never saw me before.
Susan Beaurgard Landis: And thank you for the whistle, too, even if you didn't mean it.
Mark Christopher: I meant every pucker.
Mark Christopher: How would you like your daughter to spend the next six months in jail with hardened criminals?
Harvey Butterworth, Mark's Lawyer: Hmm, might do her good.
Mark Christopher: Now every law has a loop-hole. What can we do, Harvey? She's a nice kid.
Virgil, Mark's Gofer: You and Isabella can adopt her, if you don't tell Isabella.
Harvey Butterworth, Mark's Lawyer: Just a simple little annulment, Susan. And since you and Mark aren't really married...
Susan Beaurgard Landis: But we are married. We drove to Las Vegas and came back with a wedding license.
Virgil, Mark's Gofer: You're lucky. Usually people don't come back with anything.
Harvey Butterworth, Mark's Lawyer: [Interrupred by Mark during a session at his psyciatrist] Do forgive me if I don't stand up, but this couch costs me fifty bucks an hour.
Virgil, Mark's Gofer: But as a very wise child bride pointed out: who needs me around here? I'm too old for college and too young for charity. That leaves the navy.
Mark Christopher: Deserter.