On the Loose

Thelma Todd:
Well, that's one more - and the last one!

Zasu Pitts:
The last what?

Thelma Todd:
My last trip to - Coney Island!

Zasu Pitts:
I should hope so. I could smell hot dogs for a week after I come away from that place. Well, it appears that our boyfriends never heard of any other place except for Coney.

Thelma Todd:
What do we go there for anyway? You can get the same affect by staying at home and hitting ourselves on the head with a hammer.

Thelma Todd:
Chute-the-Chute and slide the slide. I'm tattooed with splinters from the back of my neck to the tip of my heels.

Zasu Pitts:
Me too. I've got more scars than a bullfighter.

Zasu Pitts:
You remember those two Cornell Freshmen? Were they fresh!

Pierre, the Dressmaker:
This, this is my dream dress! You possibly observe, that this, has more of the, eh, it's more, it's more than the other, of course, and through here, I-I think you'll find it positively peachy!

Pierre, the Dressmaker:
You're next my dear. Perfectly heavenly.

Thelma Todd:
Thirty-six is the size.

Pierre, the Dressmaker:
Yes, of course! Oh, I have just the thing! This is positively gorgeous! I know that you'll positively love it!

Belligerent Bully:
Get up! Say listen, didn't I tell you this was my dame?