Parachute Jumper

Kurt Weber:
Shut that door. I am extremely nervous!

Kurt Weber:
I have seen enough. I am presenting you with a belly full of lead.

Toodles Cooper:
[Opening scene. Extreme close up of a Nicaraguan woman in a bar slowly shaking her backside to-and-fro] I didn't think the Marines would keep their promise when they said they'd show me the world. There's a little wiggle that has a meaning all its own. Hey Bill, how's your rhumba? [Bill starts to unzip his pants]

Bill Keller:
Now, don't get so personal.

Toodles Cooper:
Oh, rhumba's a dance! You stupid?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Well, I still say its a lovely day.

Bill Keller:
What are you selling, weather reports? Don't waste your time, I'm broke.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
You would be.

Bill Keller:
Well, I guess the Depression's hit every business.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Oh, you got me wrong, buddy. I'm a stenographer without a typewriter to pound or piece of gum to chew or a place to put it.

Bill Keller:
Park the body, honey. Squat.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Thank you, seh.

Bill Keller:
Mississippi?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
No seh, Sugarville, Alabama, had me. But, New York's got me.

Bill Keller:
Okay, Alabama!

Bill Keller:
Why don't you dig in with me? I got a room. I only owe two weeks rent.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Say, do I look like that?

Bill Keller:
It's no proposition. You're out in the rainstorm and you haven't got an umbrella.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
I've been expecting you! I knew you were too good to be true.

Bill Keller:
I just wanted to see how you were getting on.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Yeah, I've heard that one before. And I don't need to be tucked in, neither!

Bill Keller:
Where you going?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
YWCA!

Bill Keller:
Oh, now wait a minute, you got me wrong! Honest, it's not going to happen again. Not while I'm sober.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Well, I'll take a chance. Back to your cell, monk.

Bill Keller:
Pleasant dreams, sweetheart. No talking in your sleep, now.

Toodles Cooper:
I wouldn't do this [share a bed] for anybody but you, Bill.

Bill Keller:
Not even Greta Garbo?

Toodles Cooper:
Oh, well, but she's out of town.

Bill Keller:
Keep your pants on, brother! I was flying airplanes when you thought a joy stick was a lollypop.

Pilot with Alabama:
Well, the worst is over, lady. The chutes open.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
But, he's fallin' so fast!

Pilot with Alabama:
Well, he's got to come down.

Bill Keller:
Look at those stars. Ah, it's a swell night, isn't it?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Awfully swell. Did you ever study astronomy?

Bill Keller:
No. Just anatomy.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
I mean the study of heavenly bodies.

Bill Keller:
Well.

Bill Keller:
Say, I wonder if those stars were wise to use two days ago, heh?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Maybe, they wink a lot.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
It's like a cock-eyed dream.

Bill Keller:
Cock-eyed is right.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
I hope it stays nice and cock-eyed.

Toodles Cooper:
I knew a dame would spoil things, just when you landed a good job.

Mrs. Newberry:
Can you make a fire, Keller?

Bill Keller:
Yessum.

Mrs. Newberry:
Then, come up. Make me a fire.

Bill Keller:
She's coming across with some cash, now. But, I got to go up and build a fire.

Toodles Cooper:
What are you, a visiting fireman?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
A fire? That dame looks plenty hot to me!

Bill Keller:
It won't be long. You just stay here and pot like this until I come back.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Okay, but, that fire racket burns me up.

Mrs. Newberry:
You act as if you're afraid of me.

Bill Keller:
Me? No, there's not a woman on earth that I can't lick.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
He's been up there an hour, Toodles. It wouldn't take that long to build a fire with a pocket lighter.

Toodles Cooper:
Maybe he's rubbin' two dried sticks together.

Mrs. Newberry:
Understand, you're not just an ordinary chauffeur. I engage you because I like you and you seem quite competent. I think you'll enjoy the position.

Bill Keller:
I suppose there'll be considerable night work.

Mrs. Newberry:
Oh, some. Naturally, you'll receive compensation for overtime.

Mrs. Newberry:
I'm making an exception in your case. All of my chauffeurs have been Frenchmen. I think, as a rule, they are, they're more versatile.

Bill Keller:
Well, did you get any breaks today, kid?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
No, I guess people have stopped writing letters. I've got a sneakin' idea there's an oversupply of typewriter massagers.

Bill Keller:
Say listen, when are you, when are you going to stop saying no to me?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Oh, I knew you were going to spoil things.

Bill Keller:
No, no, no, no. I mean, I mean we can... get married.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Married? But, you don't know anything about me. You don't even know how old I am.

Bill Keller:
Well, that's alright. You look over 18.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Good morning, Mr. Weber. I'm Miss Brent.

Kurt Weber:
Oh, yes. Won't you come a little closer, please. Well, what, eh, what experience have you had?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Three years, Mr. Weber. Shorthand. Typing. In fact, I think I can make myself quite handy around the office.

Kurt Weber:
Three years? Why, you don't look 17.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
I can look older, if you want me to.

Bill Keller:
Never mind where I came from; but, you better start talking and talk fast, big eyes.

Tom Crowley:
This ain't a social call and we ain't stayin' that long.

Kurt Weber:
No, well, I'm very sorry.

Tom Crowley:
Yes, I sort of thought you'd be. Now get this, we're through flying your whoopie water from Canada.

Bill Keller:
How many times do I have to tell you, I'm sorry? Do I have to get down on my knees?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
You're no Mammy singer! The less you say, the better I'll like it.

Bill Keller:
But, you didn't have to move out on us!

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
I don't want any charity from you or from anybody! I had to have a job. And when I got the chance with Weber, I had to make the grade; however, I could. Now, as for what you overheard in there, made just about as much as a politician's promise.

Bill Keller:
Where'd you get the elegant burlap?

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Where'd you get the tux?

Bill Keller:
Mr. Weber bought it for me.

Patricia 'Alabama' Brent:
Mr. Weber took me buy buy too. Do you like it?

Bill Keller:
What there is of it.

Steve Donovan:
If these mugs get gay, remember they pack their rods here. [Pats back pant's pocket]

Steve Donovan:
I'm gettin' outta here before the law blows in.

Kurt Weber:
So, you are turning yellow, heh, Steve?

Steve Donovan:
Now, listen, if it was only liquor, I wouldn't care. But, when you start running...

Bill Keller:
Hold on a minute! You mean to tell me we've been flying something else? I mean, dope?

Kurt Weber:
Now, Bill, my boy, don't get excited.

Steve Donovan:
Nah, it's only 10 years in the Federal Pen.

Bill Keller:
Are these bags, they're full of that junk?