Blondes at Work (1938)

Barton MacLane: Lieutenant Steve McBride

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• Lt. Steve McBride : If you keep getting me into jams like this, you'll cook my goose!

  Torchy Blane : [laughs]  Swell! We'll fatten it up and have it for dinner.

• Lt. Steve McBride : After we get married, you're going to chuck your job at the newspaper and you're going to stay home where you belong.

  Torchy Blane : I knew there was a catch in it. Listen, we've been all over this a thousand times. I've got ink in my blood and a nose for news that needs something besides powder.

• Lt. Steve McBride : [meeting Torchy at the Press Cafe]  I got to get back to work.

  Torchy Blane : Oh, darling, haven't you forgotten something?

  Lt. Steve McBride : You know I don't like to display affection in public.

  Torchy Blane : Affection? Tsch-tsch-tsch-tsch. My check.

  Lt. Steve McBride : [looks at the check]  What'd you eat? An elephant steak?

• Lt. Steve McBride : From now on when we're together, we'll talk about nothing except...

  Torchy Blane : Love and kisses! Oh, Stevie.

  Lt. Steve McBride : I wasn't going to say that.

  Torchy Blane : I know; but, it's nice work if you can get it.

• Lt. Steve McBride : Hello, Torchy.

  Torchy Blane : Hello, Tootsie-Wootsie.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Ah, don't call me that! You know I don't like to have you call me that.

  Torchy Blane : Well, Squidgy-Widgy then.

• Miss Hilton - Salesgirl : Considering the very dark shade and the heavy body of this lipstick, I would say the woman might be of the Latin type.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Oh, possibly Italian or Spanish, huh?

  Miss Hilton - Salesgirl : Very probably.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Okay, thanks very much.

  Miss Hilton - Salesgirl : Not at all.

  Det. Parker : This is all Greek to me.

  Lt. Steve McBride : It's not Greek, it's Latin.

• Lt. Steve McBride : [shows the deadman's handkerchief]  You know what that is?

  Det. Parker : Yeah, lipstick. Spencer was not only killed, he was kissed.

  Lt. Steve McBride : I think we got a clue we can work on.

  [pulls out the long list of Spencer's girlfriends] 

  Det. Parker : You don't mean to say we're going to kiss every one of those gals to get a sample of lipstick?

  Lt. Steve McBride : Something like that.

  Det. Parker : Well, Spring is in the air. What can we lose?

• Lt. Steve McBride : Have you got any Italian, Spanish or French girls working for you?

  Mr. Jay : No. No, I only employ American models. The others are *far* too temperamental.

• Lt. Steve McBride : [on the intercom]  What is it?

  Torchy Blane : Hello, Stevie-Weeby.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Now, Torchy, I...

  Torchy Blane : Well, Lovey-Dovey, then. Can you come out for just a itsy-bitsy minute?

  Lt. Steve McBride : Yes! I'll be out.

• Lt. Steve McBride : All right, Miss Revelle, no need to becoming hysterical. You may go now.

• Torchy Blane : I don't think Mr. Greer did it.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Why not?

  Torchy Blane : Well, when I saw Spencer and him together, they were very palsy-walsy and you don't act like that with a guy who's just played tic-tac-toe on your tummy with a knife!

• Torchy Blane : Good-bye, sleuths!

  [quick exit] 

  Det. Parker : Say, she's got something buzzing in her bonnet.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Yeah and chances are, I'll get stung by it.

• Lt. Steve McBride : We got to find that knife. Look, without the knife, the D.A.'s case ain't worth a dime.

  Det. Parker : Yeah, but, the boys went over Spencer's office with a fine tooth comb.

  Lt. Steve McBride : They're idea of a fine tooth comb is a rake!

• Lt. Steve McBride : I wish we could find one murderer that would give the Police Department a little cooperation.

• Lt. Steve McBride : You did what in your which?

• Lt. Steve McBride : Why you great big, dumb, addled, pitted ape!

• Lt. Steve McBride : We better put that Greer on the grill.

• Lt. Steve McBride : [seeing in headline that Torchy had found out about the murder weapon]  Well, that settles it. One of you two guys have been talkin'. Parker, where'd you go last night after you left me?

  Det. Parker : I went right home and hit the hay.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Did you talk to anybody?

  Det. Parker : Not a soul.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Gahagan, what did you do?

  Gahagan : Well, I went to a restaurant and had some hamburger with onions.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Anybody talk to yuh?

  Gahagan : Nobody.

  Det. Parker : That was on account of the onions.

  Gahagan : Geez, I never thought of that.

  Lt. Steve McBride : Well, think about this: what did you do after that?

  Gahagan : Well, I went home to me mother and talked to her.

  Lt. Steve McBride : What about?

  Gahagan : About me fallen arches.

  Det. Parker : Ahh, flatfoot bares his sole.