Platinum Blonde

Dexter Grayson:
The last time I asked her for those letters, she made very uncouth noises with her mouth.

Stew Smith:
Yeah, I know those bluenoses. Their ancestors refused to come over on the Mayflower because they didn't want to rub elbows with the tourists... so they swam over!

Dexter Grayson:
Where were you yesterday?

Anne Schuyler:
Oh, Stew and I went for a long ride. Dexter, is there any finishing school we could sent him to?

Dexter Grayson:
Yes -- Sing Sing!

Stew Smith:
Say, I interviewed a swell guy the other day: Einstein. Yeh, swell guy. Little eccentric, but a swell -- doesn't wear, doesn't wear any garters. Neither do I, as a matter of fact.

Conroy, The Editor:
Anne Schuyler's in the blue book; you're not even in the phone book. Think that one over... sucker!

Stew Smith:
Well, Gallagher!

Gallagher:
Hi!

Stew Smith:
Ohhh, I'm glad to see you! Hello, Hank, how are you?

Stew Smith:
Thirsty? Come right in, I'll get you a drink, huh?

Stew Smith:
Sure.

Stew Smith:
'Sall right, 'sall right, 'sall right, bring him in.

Stew Smith:
Hello, Joe!

Stew Smith:
Glad to see you, kid.

Stew Smith:
Yeah?

Stew Smith:
No, no, bring him in. More the merrier.

Stew Smith:
Hi, Johnson!

Stew Smith:
Glad to see you.

Stew Smith:
Come on in, come on in.

Stew Smith:
You brought two of them?

Stew Smith:
That's all right, bring 'em in...

Stew Smith:
...well, what's the difference?

Dexter Grayson:
Anne asked me, uh, to come and see you about the divorce.

Stew Smith:
She did?

Dexter Grayson:
She wants me to arrange the financial settlement.

Stew Smith:
Listen, Grayson, I got 106 bucks and 75 cents in the bank. Now Anne can have any part of that she wants, but she's got to hurry, because I'm spending it awful fast.

Dexter Grayson:
You don't seem to understand. Anne doesn't expect anything from you. We would like to know how much YOU would want to--

Stew Smith:
Now wait a minute! Do I get from you that she wants to pay ME alimony?

Stew Smith:
Now, before you go unconscious, I want you to get this through your nut.

Dexter Grayson:
I beg your pardon?

Stew Smith:
Unconscious. You know, when you don't know anything -- your natural state! There's some people, you can't buy their self-respect for a bucket of shekels! Now I happen to be one of those guys.

Dexter Grayson:
We just thought...

Stew Smith:
Don't think! Let me do the thinking. Now you go back to that Schuyler outfit and tell them that I didn't marry that dame for her dough and I don't want any of her dough now.

Dexter Grayson:
Yes.

Stew Smith:
I was too poor to buy her a wedding present when we married, so I'll give her a divorce for a wedding present!