George Curtis: I haven't got a clean shirt to my name. Tom Chambers: Why a clean shirt? What's up? A romance? George Curtis: I'm not talking about pajamas. I'm talking about a clean shirt!
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Gilda Farrell: It's true we had a gentleman's agreement, but unfortunately, I am no gentleman.
Gilda Farrell: We have to tell him the truth, no matter what happens to the furniture.
Gilda Farrell: I'm sick of being a trademark married to a slogan.
Tom Chambers: Curious, to have a little bit of feminine fluff breaking up our friendship.
Tom Chambers: Personally, I don't like derbies. They give a man that undertaker look.
Gilda Farrell: I'm so nervous! Couldn't we all be a little bit more - nonchalant.
George Curtis: The Mother of the Arts wants to be a nice girl. Tragic!
Gilda Farrell: If you can't believe in yourself, believe in me.
Gilda Farrell: I'm just wondering if you could as good a work in the midst of all that hullabaloo as you could if you stayed here?
Gilda Farrell: I fancy this - what you might call, tension - will keep up for some weeks. Wouldn't be wise if I moved to a hotel?
Tom Chambers: My heart is the highlands of Montmartre...
Gilda Farrell: It's true we had a gentleman's agreement, but unfortunately, I am no gentleman.
Gilda Farrell: We have to tell him the truth, no matter what happens to the furniture.
Gilda Farrell: I'm sick of being a trademark married to a slogan.
Tom Chambers: Curious, to have a little bit of feminine fluff breaking up our friendship.
Tom Chambers: Personally, I don't like derbies. They give a man that undertaker look.
Gilda Farrell: I'm so nervous! Couldn't we all be a little bit more - nonchalant.
George Curtis: The Mother of the Arts wants to be a nice girl. Tragic!
Gilda Farrell: If you can't believe in yourself, believe in me.
Gilda Farrell: I'm just wondering if you could as good a work in the midst of all that hullabaloo as you could if you stayed here?
Gilda Farrell: I fancy this - what you might call, tension - will keep up for some weeks. Wouldn't be wise if I moved to a hotel?
Max Plunkett: Do you love me? Gilda Farrell: Oh, Max, people should never ask that question on their wedding night. It's either too late or too early.
Tom Chambers: It's amazing how a few insults can bring people together in three hours. Gilda Farrell: It was certainly good to hear all the names you called me. I haven't heard them since I left father and mother.
Max Plunkett: Mr. Curtis? What is your annual income, in round figures? George Curtis: In round figures? Zero. Max Plunkett: May I ask what you live on? George Curtis: Nothing. I survive on miracles.
George Curtis: I haven't got a clean shirt to my name. Tom Chambers: Why a clean shirt? What's up? A romance? George Curtis: I'm not talking about pajamas. I'm talking about a clean shirt!
Gilda Farrell: You exhibited a painting at the Charlez Gallery. George Curtis: True. Gilda Farrell: Let me see, oh, "Lady Godiva" wasn't it? George Curtis: Did you like it? Gilda Farrell: I saw it with a friend of mine. She loved it. We haven't spoken since.
George Curtis: Why didn't you like my picture? Gilda Farrell: It's smart aleck. You're wisecracking with paint. It simply creaks with originality. Lady Godiva riding a bicycle! Tom Chambers: I know what she means. A bicycle seat is a little hard on Lady Godiva's historical background. George Curtis: Shut up! I see, Lady Godiva doesn't belong on a bicycle; but, it's okay to put Napoleon in a Kaplan & Maguire, non-wrinkling, two-fifty, union suit! Tom Chambers: Quite right. That's not history. And if may say so,, they do wrinkle. Gilda Farrell: I'm a commercial artist. I'm being paid to tell the world that if Napoleon were alive today, he would wear Kaplan & Macquire's two-fifty, non-wrinkling underwear. George Curtis: Pure hooey! Gilda Farrell: You're wasting your time painting for art galleries. You should get in contact with some bicycle manufacturer. You'd clean up. I'll give you a good slogan: Join Lady Godiva on our tandem.
Max Plunkett: Mr. Chambers, I don't wish you to misunderstand me. I am not Miss Farrell's husband nor her fiancé in any shape, form or manner. Tom Chambers: I see. Her devoted friend? Max Plunkett: Yes. For five years. Tom Chambers: Her guide, I take it, and counselor. Max Plunkett: Yes. Tom Chambers: Her protector! Max Plunkett: Exactly. Tom Chambers: In other words, Mr. Plunkett, you, eh, you never got to first base.
George Curtis: How old is the laundress? Tom Chambers: About 45. George Curtis: A young 45? Tom Chambers: Oh, I don't know. She goes barefoot. She's rather plump. A little soapy. But, a very interesting mustache! Very charming. Very charming. But, not my type. George Curtis: Mustache or no mustache, I need a clean shirt for tomorrow.
George Curtis: So, you've been making love to Gilda. Tom Chambers: Oh, now, listen... George Curtis: I know! One hundred percent virtue and three square meals a day!
George Curtis: Sacrifice helps an artist. Tom Chambers: Exactly! Sorrows of life are the joys of art.
George Curtis: I think we're being very sensible. Tom Chambers: Extremely. George Curtis: Good for our livers. Tom Chambers: Good for our immortal souls! George Curtis: And bad for our stomachs. Tom Chambers: That's loose thinking. What's bad for your stomach, maybe highly entertaining for my stomach.
Max Plunkett: Gilda, I've been your friend for five years. Gilda Farrell: And I want you to remain my friend for the next fifty years. So please shut up!
Gilda Farrell: Are you a painter too? Tom Chambers: Oh, no, not me. I'm a playwright. I rewrite unproduced plays and very good at that kind.
George Curtis: I love you, Gilda. Gilda Farrell: That's sweet to hear. George Curtis: Gilda, sometimes I wonder what I see in you. You don't appreciate me - and you know nothing about art! Gilda Farrell: Maybe you love me because I'm an imbecile. George Curtis: It must be something like that.
Gilda Farrell: What'll we do after lunch? Tom Chambers: We'll take a long walk for our digestion. Gilda Farrell: Oh, yes! Let's walk and walk until we are dead tired! Tom Chambers: Gilda, I've got a better idea. Let's stay home instead.
George Curtis: You'll get drunk? Tom Chambers: It's the only sensible thing to do.
George Curtis: We must forget Gilda. Tom Chambers: Utterly! George Curtis: Let's change the subject. Tom Chambers: Right! Let's talk about something entirely new. George Curtis: Let's talk about our ourselves!
Gilda Farrell: What did they do that for? Max Plunkett: Why, they want to remember us. I think it's very nice of them. Gilda Farrell: This is no time for remembering. It would have been much more tactful of them to forget.
Max Plunkett: Well, now, that's a closed chapter in your life. Anyhow, you have nothing to worry about on that score. I've forgiven you. Gilda Farrell: Forgiven me? For what? Max Plunkett: Oh, that's all right. Gilda Farrell: Well, I don't want to be forgiven! Max Plunkett: Well, I forgive you just the same.
Max's Butler: Are you expected? George Curtis: No. Not exactly expected Tom Chambers: Anticipated. Hoped for. And dreamed about.
George Curtis: I love you Gilda. Why lie about it? You can't change love by shaking hands with somebody. We're unreal. The three of us. Trying to play jokes on nature. This is real. George Curtis: A million times more honest than all the art in the world.
