Maureen Arthur: Hedy LaRue
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Quotes
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Rosemary : Get back in the shower. Get back in there!
Hedy LaRue : I have nothing to hide.
Rosemary : Oh, yes, you have! And you keep it hidden.
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J. Pierpont Finch : What are you taking that down in?
Hedy LaRue : Long hand. It's safer. I make up for it when I type.
J. Pierpont Finch : Oh, you type fast.
Hedy LaRue : Like a jack rabbit - 12 words a minute.
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Hedy LaRue : A secretary was ordered to be assigned to you. I'm your assignation.
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Bert O. Bratt : Just through here, Miss LaRue. And we'll get all of your vital statistics.
Hedy LaRue : 39-22-38.
Bud Frump : Oh, I win the pool!
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Bert O. Bratt : I'm Bert Bratt. I'm Bert Bratt, personnel. Sorry to have kept you waiting.
Hedy LaRue : Oh, not at all, sir. It is I whom am late.
Bert O. Bratt : Oh, no, not really.
Hedy LaRue : Oh, yes. I was very naughty this morning. I'm still not accustomed to early arisal.
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Hedy LaRue : Look. You did not keep your part of my bargain.
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Hedy LaRue : I gave up a wonderful job. Head cigarette girl at the Copa.
J. B. Biggley : I thought you hated all those men staring at you, making advances.
Hedy LaRue : Well, it's no different here in big business. At least at the Copa, when I got pinched, I got tipped. Around here, a girl can't even bend down to pick up a pencil with confidence.
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Hedy LaRue : Finchie, thinking of two broads in the middle of one kiss is dirty.
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Hedy LaRue : Promises, promises, promises, but no action! No, no, no.
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Hedy LaRue : It is a far, far better thing I do than I have ever did before.
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Hedy LaRue : The first clue is...
TV Announcer : One moment, Miss Treasure Girl.
[a man dressed as an Episcopalian priest enters the stage carrying a ridiculously oversized prop bible]
TV Announcer : This man is carrying a bible. Would you place your right hand on the bible, please?
[Hedy reaches out with her left hand]
TV Announcer : No, your other right hand.
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Hedy LaRue : I matriculated myself.
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Hedy LaRue : Go ahead, dictate some more, I'm gonna like this jazz.
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Rosemary : Don't let me keep you. Go on. Go back to making love to her. Kiss her! Take her home for the weekend. I don't care.
J. Pierpont Finch : All right, now what'll I do?
Hedy LaRue : Let's do what she said.
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Hedy LaRue : Guess I'll wait for that pigeon till after he's married.
