Dance, Girl, Dance (1940)
Judy O'Brien: Go on, laugh, get your money's worth. No-one's going to hurt you. I know you want me to tear my clothes off so you can look your fifty cents' worth. Fifty cents for the privilege of staring at a girl the way your wives won't let you. What do you suppose we think of you up here with your silly smirks your mothers would be ashamed of? We know it'd the thing of the moment for the dress suits to come and laugh at us too. We'd laugh right back at the lot of you, only we're paid to let you sit there and roll your eyes and make your screamingly clever remarks. What's it for? So you can go home when the show's over, strut before your wives and sweethearts and play at being the stronger sex for a minute? I'm sure they see through you. I'm sure they see through you just like we do!
Bubbles: Listen, squirt! I don't fall in gutters. I pick my spots.
Judge: Well, let us proceed. Now, about this temper of yours. You are Irish, aren't you?
Judy O'Brien: Well, I have a habit of simmering, Your Honor. But, I usually keep myself from boiling over.
Secretary: [On the phone with Mrs. Olmstead] Honey, there's a Miss O'Brien here from a Madame Basil. Basil something. But, she claims she had an appointment or Madame Basil did, last Thursday. Only she was killed on the way or something.