First a Girl (1935)
[pointing to male dressing room]
Elizabeth: [to Victor] Listen - I've put your trousers on, but I'm not going to take them off in *there*!
Victor: [He leans towards her as they sit on the bed] You've given me an idea.
Elizabeth: [nervously] Have I?
Victor: [leans closer] You can do something for me.
Elizabeth: [looking apprehensive] Can I?
Victor: [eagerly] Take off those pyjamas.
Elizabeth: [appalled] *What*?
Victor: Put this on!
[he produces a slinky dress and high-heeled boots and sits down with his back turned]
Victor: Now I tell you what we'll do...
Elizabeth: [affronted] Thanks very much!
Victor: You want to be an actress, don't you? You want a chance to show what you can do...
[her eyes begin to shine as she finally understands]
Victor: ...you've got it. You're going to take my place at Cruft's Music Hall tonight!
Elizabeth: I'm not going. I can't do it.
Victor: Do what?
Elizabeth: I can't be a man all my life!
Victor: But you'll have time off. And you can knit and knit to your heart's content...
Elizabeth: But think what you're asking me!
Victor: [gazes upward as he quotes] "There's a tide in the affairs of men" -
[descending temporarily to earth]
Victor: - and women - "if taken at the flood, leads on to fortune..."
Elizabeth: Tides go out - don't they?
Victor: This'll be a spring one!
[Takes her by the shoulders]
Victor: We'll carry everything before us. I'll never leave you - and I'll never let you down.
[They shake hands on it as a smile spreads from her face to his]
Victor: I've been father, mother, sister and brother to that girl - and nothing more.
Princess Mironoff: [watching 'Bill' on stage] Isn't he marvelous?
Robert: [absently] Adorable...
Princess Mironoff: *What*?
Robert: [hastily] Er... marvelous.
Elizabeth: [Of Victor, who is busy dancing with Robert's fiancée] He's quite harmless - he's Shakespearing her to death.
Victor: [to 'Bill', about Princess Mironoff] She doesn't know you. Smile!
[Bill smiles awkwardly at the Princess, Victor does so with broad masculine appreciation]
Victor: [aside] Not like *that*. A he-man smile; she's beautiful!
[Bill catches sight of the handsome Robert and her smile widens]
Victor: [acidly] I said the Princess, not the Prince...
Robert: [calculatingly] We have dinner late and then decide to motor on. The car will conveniently break down - there.
Princess Mironoff: That's original!
Robert: We... we then, walk, three kilometres.
Princess Mironoff: Now don't get too original, darling.
Robert: Well, what's three kilometres on a nice moonlight night? At the end of that walk, by chance, we will arrive at an inn, which, by a strange coincidence I know well. I shall telephone the "patron" and make some interesting reservations.