Dancing Lady

Judge:
What's your name?

Rosette Henrietta LaRue:
Rosette Henrietta LaRue! Occupation: hipswinging!

[the court erupts in laughter]

Judge:
Now, Miss LaRue, just what constitutes a striptease?

Rosette Henrietta LaRue:
A good constitution and a couple of zippers.

[the court erupts in laughter again]

Judge:
Don't be ambiguous.

Rosette Henrietta LaRue:
Oh, I won't if you won't. [Smiles and sticks out her tougue. More courtroom laughter]

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
[to the heavy drinking Tod Newton] You sure drink a good dinner.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
What kind of a guy is Patch Gallagher, Rosie?

Rosette Henrietta LaRue:
Compared to him an elephant's hide is tissue paper, but he sure knows his stuff.

Patch Gallagher:
Yes, yes, yes, the top spot. Where if you drop, you've got twice as far to fall. Maybe I'm a sap for trying. And maybe I can make something out of you, if you can stand up when I get through with you.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I've got good legs, Mr. Gallagher.

Patch Gallagher:
Yes, so I've noticed; but, don't let them run away with you.

[first lines]

Girl with Tod:
I don't like the looks of this place Todd.

Tod Newton:
Ah, come on. You'll get a lot of laughs.

[last lines]

Patch Gallagher:
Say, what is this you're dishing out?

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Can't you take it? [Kiss]

Girl with Tod:
The judge will give you 15 years for what you're thinking.

Tod Newton:
It'd be worth it.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Sorry to tell ya, but I'm the kind of investment that doesn't pay.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I'm like the guy throwing quarters in the slot machine. I keep on trying.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I'll stick to those thousand-to-one shots - sometimes they win.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
You didn't stop to think that I might have to wrestle my way home did you?

Rosette Henrietta LaRue:
That's all right. Let him insult you. Plenty a girl has cashed in on a good hearted insult.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
[reading a note from Tod] Don't say 'them things'. Don't say 'can it'. Don't say 'guy'. Don't buy shoes with ribbons on them. Don't forget, what's a striptease on 2nd Avenue is art on Broadway. The $50 is to buy you a dress without a zipper.

Harry - Pianist:
I'm the best musician in the country.

Moe - Stagehand:
Yeah, but how are ya in the city?

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Listen Paderewski, were them funny noises comin' outta you or the piano?

Policeman:
[During a raid at the Burlesque House] Wait a minute, you... Come on up to the station house, the Lieutenant is throwing a party.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Can't I even get some clothes!

Policeman:
No, he wants you just as you are.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Oh, it's that kind of a party!

Rosette Henrietta LaRue:
You could dream better if you'll get to sleep.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I'm through dreamin'. I'm gonna start doin'. I'm going up where its art. Uptown.

Marcia - the Southern Actress:
And you all can tell that Mr. Gallagher, that cotton will grow black before I come to see him again, sir! Where we all come from, the gentlemen know how to speak to ladies. And you can tell him from me...

Steve:
Break it up, you all go back to the Mason-Dixon line, sugar.

Steve:
So, you took Warner, eh?

Patch Gallagher:
Yeah, I know she's not so hot, but with all the real talent going Hollywood, you've got to make the best of what you can get.

Steve:
We'll be down to using midgets pretty soon.

Patch Gallagher:
Well, work on her. Use a whip if you have to, she's got to be loosened up by the time we open.

Steve:
I'll offer her candy, maybe she like's candy.

Patch Gallagher:
Offer her anything, but, more money.

Jasper Bradley, Sr.:
You didn't really mean to walk out on me just for a few costumes.

Patch Gallagher:
Rather than send beautiful girls out in those, I'd let them go on naked.

Jasper Bradley, Jr.:
You know, Papa, that's a swell idea.

Jasper Bradley, Sr.:
That's the same idea that got you kicked out of school!

Jasper Bradley, Sr.:
We're always looking for fresh talent. You can sing and dance, I suppose?

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Yes sir.

Jasper Bradley, Jr.:
But, Papa, how 'bout her rhythm?

Jasper Bradley, Sr.:
Eh-eh, that's Gallagher's job, not yours.

Jasper Bradley, Jr.:
You sure have got rhythm, baby.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Yeah, well, keep your hands off it.

Tod Newton:
Do you like gardenias?

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I love 'em!

Tod Newton:
I could take you in my yacht to Tahiti where they grow wild, millions of 'em.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Hoping I'd go wild too, huh?

Tod Newton:
It might do you a world of good, Janie.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
Tod, dance me towards the bedroom, will you?

Tod Newton:
Hmmm...

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I want to get my coat. I'm going home.

Tod Newton:
You think you're a dancer, huh. You'll never be an artist until you find out what life's about.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
You ought to open up a art school for chorus girls.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I milked a cow once.

Tod Newton:
What kind of a cow was it? A Jersey or a Guernsey?

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I don't know. I didn't see the license plate.

Patch Gallagher:
Hey, look, those guys are a lot of silk hats and silk socks with nothing between. That's what all these dames fall for. Don't let it fool you. It never works out.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
But...

Patch Gallagher:
Dancing is your racket, Duchess, I know it.

Janie 'Duchess' Barlow:
I'm not going to run out on you.

Patch Gallagher:
Maybe I ought to speak Cuban! And it's the same in any language!

Steve:
Wait a minute, the boss is all steamed up and this ain't no Turkish bath.