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Phil Baker
- Phil Baker: Oh, Dorita, you remember Mr. Potter and Mr. Mason.
- Dorita: Ah! I remember Mr. Potty. You are here to kick up some more heels, huh?
- Peyton Potter: No!
- Phil Baker: Mr. Potter wants you to come to his house this weekend.
- Dorita: Ah-ah-ah, you naughty boy. You are what they call a fast-work man, yes?
- Phil Baker: You know, Mrs Potter was a great dancer herself, in her day.
- Edie Allen: Really?
- Phil Baker: Gosh, she was so smooth she could waltz around with a glass of beer on her bustle and never disturb the foam!
- Andy Mason: Where's Miss Allen?
- Phil Baker: Miss Allen? Oh, you see, between shows, she goes over to the Broadway Canteen. This is her night to dance with servicemen.
- Andy Mason: Didn't you tell her I wanted to meet her?
- Phil Baker: She wasn't interested. I'm afraid you picked the wrong girl.
- Andy Mason: Yeah? I think I'll go over to that Broadway Canteen.
- Phil Baker: I'm warning you, you won't get to first base.
- Andy Mason: You forget I'm pretty good at baseball.
- Phil Baker: So was the mighty Casey, but even Casey struck out.
- Andy Mason: It'll take more than three strikes to keep me away from first base.
- Phil Baker: Fifty bucks says you go down swinging.
- Andy Mason: I'll take that bet!
- Phil Baker: Mr. Mason, if you had a beard, you'd remind me of my two favorite people: Santa Claus and Uncle Sam.
- Phil Baker: I suppose you came down to meet our train, eh?
- Edie Allen: Yes, I did, but I was a little early.
- Phil Baker: Of course, you couldn't have been seeing a few soldiers off, by any chance.
- Dorita: A few soldiers? Only one, I'll bet you. Sergeant Crazy.
- Edie Allen: It's Casey, Dorita. And what's wrong with saying good-bye to a soldier?
- Phil Baker: Nothing.
- Dorita: I call it nice works if you can get him.
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Peyton will never allow it.
- Phil Baker: Not even with some gentle persuasion?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: What do you mean?
- Phil Baker: Let's see. I've got it! Your boudoir.
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: What are you talking about?
- Phil Baker: I'm talking about the biggest scene of your career. Come along, you old tenderized ham.
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Well, at last, I'm worth something.
- Phil Baker: Ugly word, blackmail. Don't say it again.
- Peyton Potter: Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail.
- Phil Baker: [Phil and Mrs. Potter are in her boudoir] You know what to do now?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: No, my mama never told me. Don't you worry about me.
- [a knock at the door]
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Here he is.
- Phil Baker: Come on, baby. Do your stuff.
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Come in.
- [Enter Peyton]
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Oh, Peyton.
- Peyton Potter: You sent for me, dear?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Yes, I did.
- Peyton Potter: What's Mr. Barlow doing here?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: [the ensuing scene is acted in a very florid melodrama style, very Clyde Fitch] Protect me. This man is blackmailing us.
- Peyton Potter: Blackmail? What's he want, money?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Would it were money he wanted.
- Peyton Potter: What do you mean by that?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: He threatens me unless I allow my daughter, your daughter, our daughter to dance in the show with Tony De Marco.
- Peyton Potter: Why, that's unthinkable. Oh, you blackguard. Oh, you gangster. How could you think of such a fiendish scheme?
- Phil Baker: Now, Mr. Potter, the only decision I want you to make is this: shall I introduce Vivian as the charming child of Mr. And Mrs. Peyton Potter... or shall I simply announce, ladies and gentlemen... I give you the talented daughter of the notorious Blossom Murphy?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Ohhh!
- Peyton Potter: You know her name?
- [to Vivian]
- Peyton Potter: You told him your name?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: [tragically] No, Peyton, he knew me... in Paris.
- Peyton Potter: In Paris? You scoundrel! Out of her dark past which she has lived down so beautifully... so gracefully, you come at a time like this to blackmail her.
- Phil Baker: Ugly word, "blackmail. " Don't say it again.
- Peyton Potter: Blackmail, blackmail, blackmail! How much money does he want?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: I don't know.
- Phil Baker: As I said before, or should have said, you cannot bribe me with gold. It is the artistry that was Blossom Murphy that I would restore to the world through her daughter Vivian.
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: Oh, Peyton, you won't make her do it! You won't make her appear in that show! I would die!
- Peyton Potter: I see no other way out, darling. Mr. Bailey has us in his power.
- Phil Baker: Will you give your consent, Mrs. Potter?
- Mrs. Peyton Potter: If Mr. Potter insists!
- Peyton Potter: What else can I do? But I'm not finished with you yet. I'll see a good lawyer today to deal with you for this outrage.
- Phil Baker: My brother in Brooklyn, he's a wiz on blackmail cases.
- Peyton Potter: Oh, is he?
- Phil Baker: Yes.
- Peyton Potter: Really!