Sweet Kitty Bellairs (1930)

Perry Askam: Capt. O'Hara

Quotes 

• Capt. O'Hara : Did you find it that?

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : What, sir?

  Capt. O'Hara : Humiliated.

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : To be seized, held, kissed, by a common ruffian of the road, how dare you could think it could be anything else.

• Capt. O'Hara : The man should pay for his offense with his life! The scum, the foul-minded, low, contemptible swine! But, I know, you fought, you scratched, you struggled, he really did not find your lips at all. It was only the merest peck, on your cheek.

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : Well, no. Truth to tell, he took me so by surprise that before I could move, he kissed me. Then, when I scorned at him, he stepped forward again, with such quickness, such strength, it was like the leap of a panther; before I knew it, he held me in his arms. Then, I felt his lips upon mine, once, twice, thrice!

  Capt. O'Hara : He thrilled you then? There was something about him?

• "A Highwayman" : While we relieve the bows in your moneybags, you can relieve the cramps in your legs.

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : Your language, sir!

  "A Highwayman" : I'm sorry. But, most of the ladies of my acquaintance have legs.

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : How dare you!

  "A Highwayman" : On second thought, I might even dare your lips!

• "A Highwayman" : Your answer, fair lady?

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : You can see how helpless I am.

  "A Highwayman" : Also, the ripeness of your lips!

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : How do I know you'll keep your word?

  "A Highwayman" : By the honor of a thief!

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : Then, you may steal the honor of my lips.

• Sweet Kitty Bellairs : And as for my lips, sir, I do not consider they have been kissed at all.

  "A Highwayman" : [kisses Kitty, once, twice, three times]  Now, Mistress Kitty Bellairs, consider yourself well kissed!

• Capt. O'Hara : I make myself a martyr.

  Sweet Kitty Bellairs : How? A martyr? To sit beside me is so painful then?

  Capt. O'Hara : To sit with arms, useless at my side, when I might be pressing you to me. To look longingly at what I may not touch. Your lips. Isn't that martyrdom, my lady?