Midnight Mary (1933)

Franchot Tone: Tom

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• Tom Mannering Jr. : Mary!

  Mary Martin : The sucker himself.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : Yes, I was a sucker to let you get away from me, but, not this time.

  Mary Martin : Glutton for punishment, eh?

  Tom Mannering Jr. : You fooled me once, never again.

• Mary Martin : Are you ever serious about anything?

  Tom Mannering Jr. : No, what is there to be serious about? The income tax? Tonsils? The decline of the white race?

  [Potter, the butler enters] 

  Tom Mannering Jr. : Of course there's always sex. How do feel about sex, Potter? Or, uh... do you?

  Potter - Tom's Butler : At this hour of the night, sir? It would be almost impossible to know.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : I'm grieved at you, Samuel, I really am. You've no appreciation of the finer things. You wanna go home to your lonely bed and upstairs life is calling to us. The click of the wheel, the pop of the cork, the seductive laughter of lovely ladies.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : Bring me a couple of pints of Clicquot.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : [sees Mary in a backless gown across the room at a speakeasy]  There, without a doubt, is the most tasty back that these old eyes have ever gazed upon.

• Mary Martin : I'll bet you're an only child. No, don't tell me. Let me guess.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : Mm-hm. The proverbial waster, aimlessly drifting, killing a brilliant mind with drink.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : Now, what do you suppose made me think of sex?

  Mary Martin : I can't imagine. Most men never do.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : And I'm the intellectual type myself.

  Mary Martin : Me too.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : Of course, sometimes, my baser nature gets the better of me.

  Mary Martin : That's the beast in you.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : How well you understand me.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : Have you got any plans for the rest of the evening?

  Mary Martin : Well, let me see. Oh, we could wake up your father and play 300 pinochle.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : I can think of better games than that. Can't you?

• Mary Martin : I suppose you think it's a gorgeous thrill dodging coppers, huh?

  Tom Mannering Jr. : It's the first excitement I've had since my grandfather fell downstairs and left me 3 million in trust.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : You don't mind if I tell you you're an exceedingly swell fella?

  Mary Martin : Same to you.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : Are you still set on being a businesswoman?

  Mary Martin : Mmm-hmm.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : It seems like an awful waste! But, if you're determined to do it, I know you'll make good.

• Tom Mannering Jr. : Don't make mistakes about that lady.

  Sam Travers : Oh, I won't make any mistakes, neither will you. She's magnificent. And she's gonna make things mighty cozy around here.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : Now, listen to me. She's a nice girl. She's coming to work as a stenographer. She doesn't want any nonsense. And you and I, my lad, are gonna keep our hands off.

  Sam Travers : Uh-huh. Do you know any other ones?

• Tom Mannering Jr. : You think I didn't know you were there every minute?

  Mary Martin : You didn't give any sign of it.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : There wasn't a morning when I didn't wanna put three dozen gardenias on your desk. There wasn't a noon I didn't wanna take you to lunch. There wasn't a night I didn't want to...

  Mary Martin : All right, let it go.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : I'm serious. I wasted hours just watching for you to pass my door. Scheming for just the slightest look at you. Why, I even knew when you'd been in a room. The same perfume you used that night.

• Mary Martin : Tom. I, uh, I can't go through with it.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : What?

  Mary Martin : This farce! You know, some things are too easy - and some fools are too flat-headed even to be trimmed.

  Tom Mannering Jr. : But, Mary...

  Mary Martin : You're not sap enough to think this was on the level, are you? Can't you see I played you for a sucker from the minute I saw you?

  Tom Mannering Jr. : Well?

  Mary Martin : Easy money, you boob. Sure, I saw it written all over that grinning mug of yours. I thought I could trim you and get away with it. But now the idiot wants to marry me! Is that a laugh? Now, I can't even tell you you don't have to marry me or you'd lose your high ideal of me. But, listen, sweetheart, marriage is too high a price to pay even for a bankroll like yours. I'd last just about a week, and then I'd brain you and run back to a real man! Good night - and pleasant fairy tales, little Rollo.