Broadminded (1931)
William Collier Jr.: Jack Hackett
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Quotes
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Jack Hackett : Well, we better make up our minds where we're going. Say, how about abroad?
Ossie Simpson : Your father said no women.
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Jack Hackett : Well, when do you think we'll get there?
Ossie Simpson : We'll never get there at the rate you're goin'.
Jack Hackett : What do you mean at the rate I'm goin'? You're driving.
Ossie Simpson : Yes. But, you're stopping. We haven't passed a girl yet. Made four stops, the last five girls.
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Ossie Simpson : First, we've got to decide where we're going. - - - California!
Jack Hackett : Why California?
Ossie Simpson : Sunshine! Sun kissed oranges. Sun kissed lemons. Sun kissed mountains. And Sun kissed - Mamas.
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Jack Hackett : Gertie, you're a peach! I can't tell you how I feel about you.
Gertie Gardner : Oh, Jack.
Ossie Simpson : I'll say she is. She's a whole orchard! And believe me, you do look swell in that negligee.
Jack Hackett : You're a sweetheart.
Gertie Gardner : Oh, Jack.
Ossie Simpson : Oh, Gertie you were marvelous!
Jack Hackett : You bet your life.
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Jack Hackett : Ah, you and your philosophy.
Ossie Simpson : Well, things could be worse.
Jack Hackett : What could be worse than losing the girl you love?
Ossie Simpson : Losing two girls you love!
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Ossie Simpson : We're tryin' to get there in a hurry and you stop to help a dame milk a cow!
Jack Hackett : Aww, milk's the best thing in the world for you. I was brought up on milk!
Ossie Simpson : Yeah, but you weren't brought up on milk maids.
Jack Hackett : Aww, can it.
Ossie Simpson : I hope we don't pass a poultry farm.
Jack Hackett : Why not?
Ossie Simpson : You'll probably stop to help some hen lay an egg.
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Jack Hackett : [while they're on the road] When do we eat?
Ossie Simpson : We'll eat at the next town.
Jack Hackett : What town are we coming to?
Ossie Simpson : I don't... there's a sign.
Jack Hackett : What town is it?
Ossie Simpson : Goslow.
Jack Hackett : *Goslow*?
Ossie Simpson : Yep.
Jack Hackett : [Jack sees the sign] That's "Go Slow", you fool!
Ossie Simpson : Oh-ho, so it is.
[Jack glares at him]
Ossie Simpson : I can be wrong, you know.
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Jack Hackett : Pussy, pussy. Here, pussy.