Flaming Gold

Tampico Tess:
What do you boys think of me, anyway?

Ben Lear:
Well, Tess...

Dan Manton:
We think you're a perfect... lady.

Tampico Tess:
[Laughing] Well, if you do, you're crazy. [still smiling] I know what you think, and you're right. I'm a '23 model with a '33 paint job. I'm running a honky-tonk, and I've run lots worse ones than this. When I was young, I got what I wanted by loving; now that I'm old I get what I want by fighting.

Escort Service Proprietor:
[the phone rings, and a blonde in a flimsy negligee enters to answer it] I hope this is business! Hello?

Mr. Dill (Conway's secretary):
This is Dill... Yes. Have you got a good-looking girl for two or three days to entertain a friend of Mr. Conway's from out of town?... No, I don't know whether he likes blondes or brunettes. But get someone snappy who won't scare him to death. In other words, a lady... OK, send me the bill. [They hang up]

Escort Service Proprietor:
Claire?

Claire Gordon:
Yeah?

Escort Service Proprietor:
Snap into it, you're going to work.