A Night at the Opera1935

Mrs. Claypool:
Mr. Driftwood, three months ago you promised to put me into society. In all that time, you've done nothing but draw a very handsome salary.

Driftwood:
You think that's nothing, huh? How many men do you suppose are drawing a handsome salary nowadays? Why, you can count them on the fingers of one hand, my good woman.

Mrs. Claypool:
I'm not your good woman!

Driftwood:
Don't say that, Mrs. Claypool. I don't care what your past has been. To me, you'll always be my good woman. Because I love you. There. I didn't mean to tell you, but you...you dragged it out of me. I love you.

Mrs. Claypool:
It's rather difficult to believe that when I find you dining with another woman.

Driftwood:
That woman? Do you know why I sat with her? Because she reminded me of you.

Mrs. Claypool:
Really?

Driftwood:
Of course, that's why I'm sitting here with you. Because you remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips! Everything about you reminds me of you. Except you. How do you account for that? If she figures that one out, she's good.

Mrs. Claypool:
Mr. Driftwood. I think we'd better keep everything on a business basis.

Driftwood:
How do you like that? Every time I get romantic with you, you want to talk business. I don't know, there's something about me that brings out the business in every woman.