Gold Diggers of 1935 (1935)
Hugh Herbert: T. Mosley Thorpe
Quotes
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T. Mosley Thorpe : Snuff is nothing to be sneezed at.
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T. Mosley Thorpe : My mood for writing is completely gone. My brain is more fogged than ever.
Ann Prentiss : You said it.
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Bellman : Where will I put it?
T. Mosley Thorpe : Well, you can put it - I would suggest putting it in your nose.
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Betty Hawes : I beg your pardon, did you send for a stenographer?
T. Mosley Thorpe : Yes, and a Swiss cheese on rye. Have you got it with you?
Betty Hawes : No.
T. Mosley Thorpe : That's strange. Sit down.
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T. Mosley Thorpe : I want a stenographer. I'm writing a monograph on snuff boxes. Very important dictation.
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T. Mosley Thorpe : Put her to bed with a hot water bottle.
Ann Prentiss : That'll be more fun than I've had in ages.
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T. Mosley Thorpe : Every moment is precious. Will you have a pinch of snuff?
Betty Hawes : No, but I'd just as soon join you in a chew of tobacco.
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Betty Hawes : How about time out for a little snifter?
T. Mosley Thorpe : I never indulge in alcohol. No.
Betty Hawes : A nice cold bottle of champagne isn't really alcohol.
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Betty Hawes : Let's write a *beautiful* love song.
T. Mosley Thorpe : A love song! How do you get such good ideas?
Betty Hawes : I'm inspired by being with you.
T. Mosley Thorpe : Oh, tut-tut.
Betty Hawes : Call the girl Betty after me, huh?
T. Mosley Thorpe : Betty. Betty. Yes, that's very good. Betty, Betty. My darling, Betty. Yes. Now what rhymes with Betty?
Betty Hawes : Spaghetti.
T. Mosley Thorpe : Spaghetti! Spaghetti. No, that's not the proper mood for a love song.
Betty Hawes : Well, it might do for an Italian love song.
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Mrs. Prentiss : Mosley, I must speak to you. I want you to keep the total receipts, $7,500. I know I can trust you, Mosley.
T. Mosley Thorpe : I'm really touched by this confidence.
Mrs. Prentiss : I'm glad you're touched.
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T. Mosley Thorpe : Shysters! They haven't got a leg to stand on.
Betty Hawes : Darling, you've given them as many legs as a centipede.
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Mrs. Prentiss : Simply sweep her off her feet!
T. Mosley Thorpe : Well, don't you think that's a trifle undignified?
Mrs. Prentiss : Stop quibbling, Mosley.
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Mrs. Prentiss : You contemptible coward. Engaged to my daughter and lollygagging around with a public stenographer.
T. Mosley Thorpe : Can I be blamed because I can't typewrite - and must dictate?
Mrs. Prentiss : Oh! So you were dictating, were you?
T. Mosley Thorpe : Yes, I was dictating.
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Mrs. Prentiss : I know everything that's going on around here.
T. Mosley Thorpe : I hope you're not provoked at me.
Mrs. Prentiss : No, you've been merely weak and vacillating.
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Mrs. Prentiss : I have a real man in the family. I shall have Humbolt give you a good thrashing.
T. Mosley Thorpe : Don't forget I used to be pretty good with the gloves myself. See?
Mrs. Prentiss : I shall forbid Humbolt to use gloves when he thrashes you.