Natasha Rambova: I only know, there will never be another Valentino! There will never be one even remotely like him. He was a god.
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Rudolph Valentino: To my public, I will never die!
Fatty: Hey, if you're out of booze, just have this bimbo sweat in a glass!
June Mathis: Everyday is Halloween in Tinsel Town!
Natasha Rambova: I only know, there will never be another Valentino! There will never be one even remotely like him. He was a god.
Rudolph Valentino: To my public, I will never die!
Fatty: Hey, if you're out of booze, just have this bimbo sweat in a glass!
June Mathis: Everyday is Halloween in Tinsel Town!
Natasha Rambova: I only know, there will never be another Valentino! There will never be one even remotely like him. He was a god.
Hooker: Oh, hi! George Ullman: Oh, Christ. Hooker: Wanna have a good time? Rudolph Valentino: Which one? Hooker: Oh-oh, I can handle two at once. I got the sockets if you got the plugs.
Lorna Sinclair: Oh, I never dreamed that this could happen! I mean with all the women you must have, not to mention your wife, I mean. You know, I'm not going to accept another date all week. Just so I can lie in bed and remember this. All the others will just be, a silly memory. I just won't be able to stop thinking about this moment. Rudolph Valentino: Confess. Have there been many others, Lorna? Lorna Sinclair: They don't count. I often dream of you, when I'm with another man. It doesn't bother you, does it? The other men, I mean. Rudolph Valentino: No. Women are meant to be loved, Lorna.
Lorna Sinclair: Hurt me. Don't be gentle. Imagine you're the sheik on your big white stallion, rushing the life out of me in your arms. Don't be gentle. Hurt me! Do something! Oh, look! Look! It's the desert. Close your eyes. Trust me, honey, I've been over this a thousand times. It's the desert. Merciless. Beating sun. Heat wave shimmering from the purple dunes. My lips are rimmed with sweat. Perspiration, excuse me. The clothes are sticking to the contours of my damp body. You come riding up. You reach down and with one brown shriveling arm, scoop me into the saddle. Faster and faster we ride. Your strong hands turn my little body to shreds. Feel your fingers groping my thighs, pawing at my swollen breasts, plunging it into me now, with your sharp crack of leather as the riding whip cuts into my flesh, thundering, oh, and groaning leather, until, Rudie! Rudie! Rudie! Alas, I am, spent! Rudie, Rudie, you were so wonderful. I think I'm gonna die. Rudolph Valentino: Ha-ha. No, Lorna, We're going to be late for work.
Billie Streeter: Ha-ha-ha. If you could have just seen him tripping the light fantastic with that ballet dancer, you'd a gone bananas! Talk about dancing the Suger Plum Fairy. Jack de Saulles: Bianca was dancing with a fairy? Billie Streeter: No. She didn't dance with the fairy, I'm talking about Valentino. Jack de Saulles: Well, how'd they look? Billie Streeter: They looked as though they were crazy about one another. Jack de Saulles: Valentino and the fairy? Billie Streeter: No. Not Valentino and the fairy. Valentino and your wife. Jack de Saulles: Oh, for Christ, do you think they go to bed together? Billie Streeter: No, I don't think they do. I think the hottest they ever get is holding hands, while he gives her private lessons on my dance floor... Jack de Saulles: Alright, listen baby, I'll be down there later. Billie Streeter: Yeah, I'll see you later. Jack de Saulles: Hey, you keep it warm for me, toots. Billie Streeter: Yeah, yeah, I 'm keeping it warm.
June Mathis: I want you to see him in something romantic. I want you to see him in something dramatic. Richard Rowland: Honey, I can't offer this guy to a director like Rex Ingram. June Mathis: He'll bite. Don't you forget. You didn't want Rex either until I sold him to you! Bert. Bert! Can you kill this and run The Married Virgin. Richard Rowland: Married Virgin? Ha-ha. What I hear of Valentino, it's the perfect casting. Ha-ha-ha. I'm sorry, June. Ha-ha-ha. June Mathis: Well, at least give him a screen test! Richard Rowland: It would be a waste of good film stock. Hey, isn't this the jerk that married that starlet, what's her name, Jean Acker? And on their wedding night, she locked him out of the honeymoon suite? Heh? Ha-ha-ha. Hey, this guy doesn't want a screen test, he wants a sex test. Ha-ha-ha. June Mathis: Oh, what about your wholesome boy next door, Wally Reegan? Can he get through a day without cocaine? Richard Rowland: At least Wally sniffs it. Which is more than Valentino does for his wife.
Newshound: What would you call him? In a word? June Mathis: Ha, in a word! To me, he was, a dancer. Newshound: That's right, he was a gigolo.
Baron Long: Here's your table, Fatty. Fatty: Mr. Fatty! Baron Long: Mr. Fatty. Fatty: Ha-ha-ha. Put 'er there, Baron.
Jesse Lasky: If you ever want a job as a slave girl, just give me a ring. Natasha Rambova: Fine. If you ever want to learn how to run a studio, just give me one.
