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first lines]
Blackie Norton:
Well sister, what's your racket?
Mary Blake:
I'm a singer!
Blackie Norton:
Let's see your legs!
Mary Blake:
I said, I'm a singer!
Blackie Norton:
Alright, let's see your legs!
[
pointing at necklace]
Blackie Norton:
Hey. I thought I told you not to wear that thing.
Trixie:
Ah gee, honey, I think it's nice.
Blackie Norton:
Yeah? Well I think it makes you look cheap!
[
Rips it off of her]
Blackie Norton:
Now don't wear it anymore. Blackie doesn't like it.
Jack Burley:
[
referring to Mary Blake] Well, there’s no law against an opera singer being slender, young and beautiful.
Mat:
[
to a bartender] “Everyone to his own taste,” the old lady said as she kissed the cow. Ain't that a...
Mat:
[
not getting a reaction] What's the matter? No sense of humor?
Waiter at Chicken's Ball:
[
referring to the earthquake] Well, we certainly don't do things halfway in San Francisco.
Mary Blake:
I'm going to stay.
Father Mullin:
That's right. You're in probably the wickedest, most corrupt city, most Godless city in America. Sometimes it frightens me. I wonder what the end's going to be. But nothing can harm you if you don't allow it to because nothing in the world, no one in the world, is all bad.
Jack Burley:
One never knows where one's gonna find talent.
Blackie Norton:
No, no, one never does, does one?
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