Dance, Fools, Dance

Stanley Jordan:
[after Bonnie and her friends have stripped and jumped into the water] Oh, you little minx! Sometimes I'm sorry you're too old to spank!

Bert Scranton:
[Advising Bonnie on being a reporter] You'll learn, Kid... cleanliness... condensation... where, what, when, and why... that's the idea. Say, don't let those guys on the copy desk bother yuh. They're just a bunch of butchers at heart. Why, do you know what they'd do if they got a chance?

Bonnie:
What?

Bert Scranton:
They'd cut the Lord's Prayer down to a one line squib.

Jake Luva:
[to Rodney] No, listen, Kid. Money talks, but remember - in this business it's the only thing that talks.

Jake Luva:
[Obviously taken with Bonnie] You got me going, sister.

Bonnie:
Can I depend on it?

Jake Luva:
In a big way.

Bob:
You know I'm very much in love with you, don't you?

Bonnie:
Are you?

Bob:
I'm crazy about you, and you know it.

Bonnie:
I didn't know.

Bob:
Well, you know it now.

Bonnie:
What about it? [She takes a drink]

Bob:
That's it... what? Are you going to make me stand around on ceremony?

Bonnie:
Think I'm so old-fashioned?

Bob:
I hope not.

Bonnie:
You're right. I'm not. I believe in... trying love out.

Bob:
On approval?

Bonnie:
Yes, on approval. [They kiss as the scene fade out]

Bonnie:
The auction's on full wing... going, going, gawne!

Rodney:
It's a tough break being left stranded like this. Why, we're paupers!

Bonnie:
[She giggles] Well, there's no use crying about it. Buck up! Put on your spurs and get up and give the world a battle. [She pushes his head affectionately] Swat 'em in the head.

Rodney:
Yeah? Just how?

Bonnie:
Go to work. I'm not afraid.

Rodney:
You afraid? [Sarcastically] What could you do?... open up a tea shoppie? Bonnie Jordan's orange pekoe blend! Go to it!

Bob:
What's the matter? You've kissed me before, haven't you?

Bonnie:
Yes, but that wasn't a permanent arrangement, was it?

Bob:
Aren't you being clever!

Bonnie:
And aren't you being vague as usual?

Bob:
All right, if that's what you want, I'll set you up in a real establishment anytime you like. You don't have to make your living off of Jake Luva, dancing in his nightclub. I can do much better for you than that. Now is that less vague?

Bonnie:
That's very clear. Now we understand each other. I'm a cheap little dancer in a night club, and you thought you could have me on your own terms. Well, you're mistaken! I can still pick my own men, Mr. Townsend, and right now it's Jake Luva.

Bonnie:
[to Bob] Don't touch me. That's all over with. Nice of you to be so generous, but I must be going. I have a heavy date tonight. [Pausing at the door as she's leaving] I'm hitting the pace now, and I like it.

Stanley Jordan:
Must you smoke before breakfast?

Bonnie:
I must if I want to keep thin, darling.