Tuesday Weld credited as playing...
Jessie
- Frank: Look, in what I do there are sometimes pressures. What the hell do you think that I do? Come on. Come on, every morning I walk in for five months, say hi - what the hell do you think that I do?
- Jessie: You sell little fucking cars, that's what you do.
- Frank: I wear $150 slacks, I wear silk shirts, I wear $800 suits, I wear a gold watch, I wear a perfect, D-flawless three carat ring. I change cars like other guys change their fucking shoes. I'm a thief. I've been in prison, all right?
- Jessie: So what, I don't care.
- Frank: So what?
- Jessie: Don't tell me.
- Frank: So what? I never even told my wife that...
- Jessie: I don't care.
- Frank: Who is now gone. Did I ever come on to you?
- Jessie: No.
- Frank: Well you see.
- Jessie: See? See what?
- Frank: See, I - I am a straight arrow. I am a true blue kind of a guy. I've been cool. I am now unmarried. So let's cut the mini-moves and the bullshit, and get on with this big romance.
- Jessie: ...What? I don't believe it. Do you think that I've been waiting for you to come along? What is this shit.
- Frank: You think I'm kidding, I can tell. This is strictly on the up and up.
- Jessie: Jesus Christ.
- Mrs. Knowles: I see on your application here - by the way, you misspelled mail, it's M-A-L-E, the other's what we put in post boxes - I see you put under employer: 1959 to 1976, Joliet State Penitentiary.
- Frank: Yes.
- Mrs. Knowles: You worked for the state, I take it?
- Frank: After a fashion.
- Mrs. Knowles: And what did you do at the prison?
- Frank: Desks. I, uh, I spot-welded desks, and then I got promoted to shoes.
- Mrs. Knowles: You were in charge of the shop?
- Frank: Lady, I was a convict, I was doing time.
- Mrs. Knowles: You were what?
- Jessie: Frank, let's go.
- Mrs. Knowles: Umm, you have to understand, we have more applicants than children...
- Frank: Then why do you still have kids here? As a kid I would not be falling all over myself to stay in one of these places. We will relieve you of some of the burden.
- Mrs. Knowles: But the point is, we establish criteria for parenting, and an ex-convict compared to other desirables...
- Frank: Great, so we'll take a kid that's not so desirable. You got a black kid? We'll take a black kid. You got a chink kid?
- Mrs. Knowles: You don't seem to understand...
- Frank: Nobody likes older kids. You got an eight-year old black chink kid, we'll take him.
- Jessie: Frank...
- Frank: Wait.
- [removes ring from finger]
- Frank: If it's a matter of, uh, y'know, here.
- Mrs. Knowles: What is that?
- Frank: What is that? That is D-flawless, three-point-two karats, emerald cut.
- Mrs. Knowles: This is not a marketplace.
- Frank: Right. Y'know, you're not smart enough to take this anymore than you are to, to, recognize good parents.
- Mrs. Knowles: Get out of my office.
- Frank: You did not ask about us. You didn't ask what kind of people we are. There is a child waiting, and you are denying us him, and him us. Who the hell are you?