Easy Living (1937)
Van Buren: Where-ever there's smoke, there must be... somebody smoking.
Mary Smith: Don't you like this one either?
J.B. Ball: I do not. It looks like a salt shaker.
Van Buren: Well, we think its very recherché.
J.B. Ball: That's the trouble with it.
Van Buren: The bull of broad street... with a girl... in the sable-est sable coat they ever sabled!
Mr. Louis Louis: But Mr. B, she's a phony from phonyville. She told me she was your palsy-walsy!
Mr. Louis Louis: [points to icebox] Gasbox.
Mary Smith: What?
Mr. Louis Louis: They tell me it works with gas, but I don't believe it.
Mary Smith: [after a fur coat falls on her head while riding an open air double-decker bus] Say, what's the big idea, anyway?
Hindu Man on Bus: Kismet.
Mary Smith: You don't have to get mad just because you're so stupid.
Van Buren: Louis, who do you suppose was in my Salon this morning?
Mr. Louis Louis: What I suppose was in your Salon? What I need is something in my Salon! Something like, eh, like a convention. And quick!
Van Buren: You'll never guess?
Mr. Louis Louis: All right, all right. I'll play a little with you. Who?
Van Buren: The bull of broad street.
Mr. Louis Louis: Who?
Van Buren: The bull of broad street! With a chicken.
Mr. Louis Louis: Chickens? Bulls? What do I care? - - You don't mean the Ball of bull street?
Van Buren: That's just what I'm trying to tell you!
Mr. Louis Louis: With his wife?
Van Buren: With a dancing partner.
Mr. Louis Louis: You got the dope? The dame's name? The hangout? Etc.? Etc.?
Van Buren: I have. But, I haven't the slightest idea of parting with a scrap of it!
Mr. Louis Louis: Mr. Van Burens, with a little corruption from you...
Mr. Louis Louis: You look exactly as I thought - only, a hundred per cent much better!
Mr. Louis Louis: Miss Smith, I'm a man like this, I don't beat around de bush to come in the back door. I tell you, this is where you belong and this is where you have to be.
Mary Smith: Well, I'm perfectly willing.
Mr. Louis Louis: Please do me a favor and I'll take a peek, huh?
Mary Smith: At what?
Mr. Louis Louis: Dis way, I'll show you. Dis way. After you. Dis way. Dis way.
Mary Smith: A beautiful young girl like you has got to have a background. Dis is what you call a background!
Mary Smith: I should say it is.
Mr. Louis Louis: No matter where you look, you never find another background that goes so far back!
Mr. Louis Louis: What are you paying now? I mean rent. Rent!
Mary Smith: Seven dollars.
Mr. Louis Louis: Seven dollar. Sev - One, two, three, four, five, six - seven?
Mary Smith: Yes, with breakfast, one egg.
Mr. Louis Louis: Let me see. Seven dollars. Seven times seven. Fifty-six minus - My dear young lady, could you make...
Mary Smith: Not seven times seven, Mr. Louis. One times seven. Seven dollars a week.
Mr. Louis Louis: A week?
Mary Smith: With breakfast.
Mr. Louis Louis: Oh, one egg. Seven dollars a week with a gymnasium. You driving a hard bargain, my dear young lady. Seven dollars a week!
Mary Smith: But, Mr. Louis, I...
Mr. Louis Louis: It is yours!
Mary Smith: But, I don't want...
Mr. Louis Louis: It is yours! You want breakfast, you got it!
Mary Smith: But, look, I...
Mr. Louis Louis: I - I want you here. One egg, Two eggs. Three eggs! Ostrich egg! What do I care? I'll send a truck and move you immediates.
Mary Smith: I owe for the week!
Mr. Louis Louis: Vell, vell, ve'll pay it!
Mary Smith: Vhy? Eh, why? Why?
Mr. Louis Louis: Why? I'll tell you why. I don't beat around de backdoor to come down in de corn chutes!
Mary Smith: Oh, you mean you want me to boost your hotel?
Mr. Louis Louis: That's the exact word! I could not have said that in ten years. Boost it in the right place and - soon!
Mary Smith: Well, I'll do my best, Mr. Louis.
Mr. Louis Louis: And loud!
Mary Smith: And loud.
Mr. Louis Louis: And how!
Mary Smith: And how.
John Ball Jr.: [Mary is broke at the Automat] I'll put the nickels in when I get paid and you can pay me back sometime.
Mary Smith: I'm not that hungry.
John Ball Jr.: Don't be a sucker, sister. That beef pie is a wow!
J.B. Ball: You mean to tell me you turned in a perfectly good, free and clear paid up, American car for a foreign jalopy?
J.B. Ball: I've waited for 20 years to find out that I was the father of a - of a butterfly - a muttonhead!
J.B. Ball: Did you come here to pay or what?
Mr. Louis Louis: Yes. I come here to pay my respects. Because - and the whole world of financials...
J.B. Ball: Listen you! You're three years behind on your first mortgage, two years behind on your second, and one year behind on your third!
J.B. Ball: You're foreclosed! I'm doing you a favor.
Mr. Louis Louis: Oh, Mr. B., please. give me six months.
J.B. Ball: Oh, not on your tintype!
Mary Smith: You know, he did say something about telling somebody something or other; but, then, he said he shouldn't mention names and he was sorry or something. I don't know.
John Ball Jr.: Who?
Mary Smith: Mr. Louis, you know, I think the guys crazy.
John Ball Jr.: No-no-no-no-no. What name did he mention the he said you shouldn't mention?
Mary Smith: Well, he said - B-B-Bull.
John Ball Jr.: Bull?
Mary Smith: Yeah.
John Ball Jr.: That's funny. My name's Ball.
John Ball Jr.: You know, there's something awfully phony about this.
Mary Smith: You're just beginning to find that out?
Wallace Whistling: I don't know who you got living here; but, I tell you the old man don't buy fur coats for dames. If anybody knew, it would be me. Wouldn't it?
Mr. Louis Louis: I'm telling you: she is, she does; but, you don't.
Wallace Whistling: I don't what?
Mr. Louis Louis: You don't know what's going on in New York.
Wallace Whistling: I don't know what's going on in New York?
Mr. Louis Louis: You just ain't up to date!
Mary Smith: Oh, hello. Hello, Santa Claus.
J.B. Ball: How do you do? How are you getting along?
Mary Smith: All right.
Mr. Louis Louis: You know each other, eh? Well-well-well-well.
Mr. Louis Louis: May I make a suggestion? A little bottle of 1923 Mumms? Don't you think?
J.B. Ball: No. I do not. I think she should have Georges Goulet 1919.
Mr. Louis Louis: With guinea hen?
J.B. Ball: You heard me!
John Ball Jr.: That's one of the finest suppers I ever supped. What? That's not right. Yes, it is too. Supped.
Mary Smith: You know, it's just like Arabian Nights or something. Except you don't look much like a Prince Charming.
Mary Smith: I mean your father.
John Ball Jr.: Did I say he was dead?
Mary Smith: Well, well you said: poor old father.
John Ball Jr.: Well, you don't have to be dead to be: poor old father. You don't even have to be poor
Mary Smith: I suppose you don't have to be old, either.
John Ball Jr.: Not so, apparently.
Mary Smith: Well, I wouldn't go around saying, "poor old father," squeezing sympathy out of people.
John Ball Jr.: I remember there was a fellow in college called Underdunk who had the longest...
Mary Smith: Oh, shut up.
John Ball Jr.: Come to think of it, it wasn't Underdunk. It was Overdunk.
Butler: [reading Wallace Whistling's newspaper column, "The Back Door"] "What leading international financier has gone pfoof with his wife over a beautiful girl? And followed her over to the hotel Louis?" - - Uh-hu. Many things are clear today, which previously were murky.
Mr. Louis Louis: She just give me a buzz. But, I got her entirely mystified.
J.B. Ball: You've got me entirely mystified too!
Mary Smith: [reading the Wanted Ads] "Cocktail waitress. Twelve dollars and tips." - Oh, must have curves.
John Ball Jr.: Well, you've - got them, haven't you?
Mary Smith: Well, thank you, Johnny.
John Ball Jr.: "Let us teach you tattooing." No.
Mary Smith: Some people develop sooner than others, that's all. But, when those others are developed, why, they're just as well developed as the others, you see what I mean. It's like now you take - you take a chicken. Well, a chicken reaches maturity at - well, whenever it is - but, on the other hand, a horse - oh, a horse takes much longer!
Mary Smith: You know, I think I'm kinda dumb sometimes, myself.
John Ball Jr.: You're awfully sweet.
Mary Smith: Do you think so, Johnny?
John Ball Jr.: Yes.
Mr. Louis Louis: When everything was going so nice.
Nervous Hotel Registrant: Every cloud has a silver lining in it.
Mr. Louis Louis: Never mind the weather. We've got a lot of things to worry about!
Mr. Louis Louis: Did you see the papers?
Mary Smith: Yes, I saw the headline.
Mr. Louis Louis: It says that certain party is tottering. And every time he's tottering, I am tittering.
Mary Smith: Oh, did something happen to your hotel, Mr. Louis?
Mr. Louis Louis: Oh, if he's in the soup, the hotel Louis is blewy!
Mary Smith: What sables?
Mr. Louis Louis: My dear young lady, we are all alone. Will you please cut the tragedy.
Mary Smith: Why, I haven't got any sables?
Mr. Louis Louis: I am trying to give you my friendship and she plays Puss Around The Corner!
Nervous Hotel Registrant: What's the matter?
Van Buren: Yes?
Mr. Louis Louis: Oh. This time the goose is geese or vice versa.
Bank Employee: [sarcastically] Oh, you've got to see Mr. Ball. Would you like to see him in person?
Mary Smith: No. No, in the movies!
John Ball Jr.: Why'd you take the coat?
Mary Smith: I didn't want to! But, your father kept saying I shouldn't be a smarty and that I shouldn't know all the answers and, besides, you don't know what a fur coat means to a girl who never even had a tippet.