Buccaneer's Girl

Deborah McCoy:
[to Mrs. Brizar] I think you're making a mistake sending me to a fish fry. My talents belong in the drawing room.

Frederic Baptiste:
[introducing himself] Frederic Baptiste, the bloodthirsty pirate, at your service... up to a point.

Frederic Baptiste:
All is fair in love and war, and it appears that I have lost in both.

Frederic Baptiste:
And now you are to entertain me.

Deborah McCoy:
Very well, do I sing, dance, or fight?

Frederic Baptiste:
We decide on the way home.

Deborah McCoy:
[Referring to Arlene] That woman engaged to him! I don't believe it!

Mme. Brizar:
Well, for two years everybody else has believed it.

Deborah McCoy:
Two years! Well, he can't love her very much.

Mme. Brizar:
Debbie, for all our sakes forget about Captain Kingston.

Deborah McCoy:
And leave him at the mercy of that ill-mannered witch? I couldn't. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into!

Mme. Brizar:
[sighs] Doesn't that apply to most husbands?

Bertram, Pirate:
Afternoon, Miss Debbie.

Deborah McCoy:
Good afternoon, Bertram.

Deborah McCoy:
[to Baptiste] He's been telling me about his sister. I remind him of her.

Frederic Baptiste:
He never had a sister.

Deborah McCoy:
Oh, the poor fellow. He's had such a sad life!

Frederic Baptiste:
He's had the kind of life he wants. So have I - up to now!

Arlene Villon:
Gutter snipe!

Arlene Villon:
Cow!

Arlene Villon:
Get out!

Frederic Baptiste:
Your husband will soon discover you are without honor. You will soon discover he is without wealth. This should be a happy arrangement for both of you.

Arlene Villon:
There was always one fault with being in love with you... you could do so well without me.