Murder, My Sweet (1944)
Claire Trevor: Helen Grayle, Velma Valento
Helen Grayle : [after Mr. Grayle takes Marlowe's gun] You know, this'll be the first time I've ever killed anyone I knew so little and liked so well. What's your first name?
Philip Marlowe : Philip, for short.
Helen Grayle : Philip. Philip Marlowe... named for a duke. You're just a nice mug. I've got a name for a duchess: Mrs. Leuwen Lockridge Grayle. Just a couple of mugs - we could have got along.
Helen Grayle : You shouldn't kiss a girl when you're wearing that gun... leaves a bruise.
Ann Grayle : [to private detective Philip Marlowe] Sometimes I hate men. ALL men. Old men, young men... beautiful young men who use rosewater and... almost heels who are private detectives.
Helen Grayle : [hidden in the shadows, laughs - then she comes out] Oh, I'm sorry, darling, I couldn't help laughing; but you should know by now that men play rough. They soften you up, throw you off guard, and then belt you one.
Helen Grayle : [to Marlowe] That was a dirty trick, but maybe it'll teach you not to overplay a good hand. Now she doesn't like you. She hates men.
Ann Grayle : That was only the first half of the speech. The rest of it goes like this: I hate their women, too - especially the "big league blondes". Beautiful, expensive babes who know what they've got... all bubble bath, and dewy morning, and moonlight. And inside: blue steel, cold - cold like that... only not that clean.
Helen Grayle : Your slip shows, dear.
[Ann runs out of the beach house]
Helen Grayle : Let's dispense with the polite drinking, shall we?