Ginger Rogers credited as playing...
Marge Harris
- Marge Harris: I like to do it myself, you see, I like to render the fat and do things with the gizzard and liver.
- Glory Franklyn: I feel pretty shaky. Oh, gin! Could I have a drink.
- Marge Harris: I thought you'd be cryin' for some. Come on. Sit down. Make yourself over at our house. What'll you have with? Ginger ale or - ginger ale.
- Glory Franklyn: I'll just take mine straight.
- Marge Harris: Quit kiddin' the bartender.
- Glory Franklyn: No, I do want it straight!
- Marge Harris: Rub it in your hair if you like.
- Glory Franklyn: Thanks.
- Marge Harris: I don't see how you can drink it that way.
- Glory Franklyn: Well, if Dr. Jameson had told you what he just told me, you'd take a good drink too.
- Marge Harris: Be there at 8:30 and wash up or no food, see.
- Blacky Gorman: I get it: 'no washy, no eaty'.
- Marge Harris: Is your stove working?
- Blacky Gorman: On all six.
- Marge Harris: Well, we'll try it.
- Blacky Gorman: Well, pull in your eyebrows when you light it.
- Marge Harris: May I have the key to your shack?
- Blacky Gorman: Shack? Hey, that's a mistake any bachelor would be proud of.
- Blacky Gorman: Ah, now listen, Marge. It isn't what you think it is. Honest, it isn't. She came into see me about her brakes. They're bad.
- Marge Harris: Bad brakes for her; but, a good brake for you.
- Blacky Gorman: Boy, do these tootsies hurt. And have I been takin' it on the shins. There ought to be a law making all running boards the same distance from the ground.
- Marge Harris: How would you like me to crochet you a nice little pair of shin guards?
- Blacky Gorman: Yeah. And make 'em baby blue to match my eyes. Will ya?
- Glory Franklyn: It was sweet of you to ask us over, Miss Harris.
- Marge Harris: Oh, don't call me 'Miss Harris'. It's so woolen underweary. Marge is the name.
- Blacky Gorman: Let's forget it.
- Marge Harris: You can't forget it, Blacky.
- Blacky Gorman: Oh, I don't know what you're talking about?
- Marge Harris: You'll be crazy about her than ever. You're plenty cuckoo over her now.
- Blacky Gorman: Listen, mug. We're all set to get married. Does that sound like I was stuck on her?
- Marge Harris: It sounds like a nice kid who made up his mind to keep his word.
- Blacky Gorman: You're a swell little number one.
- Marge Harris: That's mighty white of you to say that, sailor.
- Glory Franklyn: Marge, you're a swell sport. It makes me feel as if I'd done something kind of sneaky.
- Marge Harris: Oh, you precious infant.
- Glory Franklyn: You know, I really didn't do it deliberately. I just couldn't help it.
- Marge Harris: You're telling me. That's what he does to all us females.
- Marge Harris: She's got an awful crush on you. Why, she'd take you in a minute. You know what it'd mean? A shortcut, Blacky, to everything you've wanted. It's there, waiting for you. A chance at heaven. You better grab it.