Go West Young Man

Morgan:
You're a great star and can't take a risk. Your private life has got to be an open book.

Mavis Arden:
I'm just looking for someone to read it.

Mavis Arden:
A millionaire planter and an Embassy officer. Zara, you're doin' pretty good for yourself.

Rico in 'Drifting Lady':
You do not think you can discard Rico so easily, do you?

Mavis Arden:
If necessary, I'll have to do it the hard way. Rico, you're through, through as an old tomato can.

Mavis Arden:
Listen, Rico, where I come from they call this "pulling a fast one on you, givin' you the business." Why don't you make yourself scarce? I'm betterin' myself.

Mavis Arden:
When you're gone, remember me kindly sometimes for just a brief moment, when April comes around again with its blue skies and sudden showers. Remember that April woman who drifted into your life as casually as the summer cloud drift over a green field, and then drift on again.

Mavis Arden:
And now, my dear friends, I want to say good night. A thousand good nights! And tell all your friends I said "Good night."

Morgan:
You mean I'm practically your slave.

Mavis Arden:
You're not. Slaves are generally useful.

Morgan:
If that's the way you feel about it, why don't you?

Mavis Arden:
I don't know. I talked it over with myself last night, and we both went to sleep.

Gladys:
Do you think there's a chance for me in the moving picture business?

Morgan:
Well, I don't know. I understand that Superfine Pictures, Inc. is looking for a new stenographer.

Gladys:
Oh, I don't know how to typewrite. I only got as far as 6-B.

Morgan:
Oh, well, then, of course, you want to be an actress.

Mavis Arden:
Don't be modest. Modesty never gets you anything. I know.

Morgan:
But you'd better think of your reputation.

Mavis Arden:
You think of it. That's what you're bein' paid for.

Morgan:
Your lips were made to kiss.

Mavis Arden:
Hmm, that's what I use them for...

Morgan:
From now on there'll be no other men in your life.

Mavis Arden:
Oh, yeah?

Mavis Arden:
[to Bud] Forget that strange October woman who drifted into your life as a summer cloud drifts over a green field, then drifts on again.

Mavis Arden:
What do they count when I've missed the thing that counts most... a tender, honest love. If only I could meet someone like... you.

Bud Norton:
I'm nobody. I haven't got a thing.

Mavis Arden:
Honet, you've got everything. Look into my eyes and read the truth.

Bud Norton:
Your eyes are like the water in Miller's Pond... gray-brown. Your hair reminds me of corn waving in the sun.

Mavis Arden:
You like my perfume, Parlez-moi Diamour... ?

Bud Norton:
Perfume's a lovely thing, but, you know, they make it outta the durndest things: horse's hooves, potato peels, coal tar...

Mavis Arden:
You have beautiful hair for a man.

Bud Norton:
[Abashedly] Well, I wash it a lot... That's the secret.