The Last Flight (1931)

Richard Barthelmess: Cary Lockwood

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• Bill Talbot : I'll tell you something funny. I was only four years old once.

  Francis : What'd he say?

  Cary Lockwood : Said he was only four years old once.

  Francis : Amazing.

  Bill Talbot : And my aunt had a very low-neck dress on.

  Francis : What'd he say?

  Cary Lockwood : Said his aunt had on a very low-neck dress.

  Francis : Can't believe it.

  Bill Talbot : And she sat right across the table in front of me. And I said, "Auntie, I can see your knees!"

  Cary Lockwood : [rolls his eyes]  I wonder what's doing in Portugal tonight.

• Shep Lambert : You know Cary, I feel just like we're falling. A long time ago, d'you remember? Spinning, spinning, spinning, only, you brought me down safe. Oh Cary, good old Cary, best flier in the service.

  Nikki : Oh Shepard, Shepard darling.

  Cary Lockwood : Oh, we're going to make a safe landing again Shep.

  Shep Lambert : Not this time, Cary, old Shep's gonna crash. Say, we're spinning fast. Level off. Cary, level off.

  Nikki : Oh Shepard, Shepard darling.

• Cary Lockwood : Well, the old guerre is fini.

  Shep Lambert : That's right.

  Cary Lockwood : What are you gonna do now, Shep?

  Shep Lambert : Get tight.

  Cary Lockwood : And then what?

  Shep Lambert : Stay tight.

• Cary Lockwood : How 'bout a cocktail?

  Shep Lambert : Not a bad idea at that.

• Bill Talbot : Say! What's become of the teeth?

  Nikki : Oh, the man came and got his teeth.

  Cary Lockwood : Well, what did he say?

  Nikki : He said thank you for holding his teeth.

• Jean, Bartender : Champagne cocktail pour Mademoiselle Nikki.

  Francis : Nikki?

  Bill Talbot : Nikki?

  Cary Lockwood : Nikki?

  Shep Lambert : Can you imagine that, fellas? Her name is Nikki!

  Cary Lockwood : Her name is Nikki. She holds men's teeth. She sits at the bar and she drinks champagne.

  Bill Talbot : Boys, she's gonna be a lot of trouble.

• Jean, Bartender : Bon soir, Monsieur Lambert. Qu'est-ce que voulez-vous?

  Francis : Martini!

  Bill Talbot : Martini!

  Cary Lockwood : Martini!

  Shep Lambert : Martiniiii!

  Nikki : Could I have a champagne cocktail?

• Nikki : If you do match tricks, I'll recite.

  Cary Lockwood : Recite what?

  Nikki : Poetry.

  Cary Lockwood : Whose poetry?

  Nikki : My poetry.

  Cary Lockwood : You write poetry?

  Nikki : I'll send you a photograph of my poetry.

• Cary Lockwood : [to Nikki]  What were you doing at the bar at Claridge's anyway?

  Shep Lambert : Yes. Don't you know you're not supposed to be there?

  Francis : There's a sign on the wall says ladies must sit at the back.

  Nikki : Can't read signs.

• Bill Talbot : Hey. What kind of a girl do you think Nikki is?

  Cary Lockwood : I think she's the kind that sits down on phonograph records.

• Bill Talbot : We all make mistakes.

  Cary Lockwood : That's right. Michelangelo painted Adam with a navel.

• Cary Lockwood : Where are you going?

  Nikki : To take a Chinese singing lesson.

• Nikki : When anyone kisses me too hard, it splits my lip. And you could tell when anyone kissed me too hard on account of my lip would bleed. So now I don't let anyone kiss me - hard.

  Cary Lockwood : Well, we'll let that pass.

• Bill Talbot : We'll *all* take her home.

  Cary Lockwood : I saw her first.

  Bill Talbot : It makes no difference. She belongs to us all now!

• Bill Talbot : Turtles!

  Cary Lockwood : Turtles?

  Shep Lambert : Turtles?

  Bill Talbot : Turtles!

  Francis : Turtles?

  Shep Lambert : It is turtles!

  Francis : Hey! Look, Cary! It's turtles!

  Cary Lockwood : Nice work, boys. It's turtles.

• Bill Talbot : Good night!

  Shep Lambert : Nighty-night, Nikki.

  Frink : Good night, Nikki.

  Nikki : Good night, Cary.

  Cary Lockwood : Good night, Nikki.

• Cary Lockwood : You'll have to watch out for him, Nikki. He's just a licentious old man.

• Cary Lockwood : Despite your practically innumerable faults, we adore you. We've decided to adopt you.

• Nikki : Entrez!

  Bill Talbot : Hi, Nik!

  Shep Lambert : Hello, Nikki!

  Francis : Hello.

  Cary Lockwood : Good morning, Nikki.

  Nikki : Hello, Bill. Hello, Shep. Hello, Cary. Hello, Francis.

  Francis : Morning, Nikki.

  Nikki : I didn't expect to see you all so early.

  Bill Talbot : We camped on your doorsteps last night. And this morning we all moved in.

• Cary Lockwood : Shep has that tic under his eye, you know. Takes a lot of drinks to keep that quiet.

  Nikki : But isn't there some kind of treatment or something?

  Cary Lockwood : Shep could never stand a long course of treatment. Drinking's the only corrective so far as he's concerned. He's found out the tic doesn't work when he's tight. So he stays tight.

• Bill Talbot : Why, look at Nikki's legs, would you? That there is practically the loveliest pair of legs I ever saw in all my born days.

  Nikki : Like my legs?

  Shep Lambert : Look at those legs, Cary. My, they nearly match. Did you ever see such a swell set of legs?

  Cary Lockwood : Well, what do you want me to do about it? Burst into tears?

  Shep Lambert : Would it embarrass you, Nikki, if Cary were to burst into tears?

  Nikki : On account of my legs? Oh! I think that would be sweet.

• Shep Lambert : Here, Nikki, drink this.

  Cary Lockwood : Make you laugh and play.

  Nikki : That's what I want to do, laugh and play.

• Nikki : Tell me, what *was* there to be happy about on a farm in Minnesota?

  Cary Lockwood : Oh, thorn-apple trees in blossom. The smell of burning leaves in the Fall. The sound of horses' hoofs on the road. Did you ever dig up an Indian mound or uncover a nest of baby field mice? Or explore old trunks in an attic? Listen to the moaning of the telephone wires in the winter wind? See a gypsy caravan?

• Cary Lockwood : How are you going to end? How am I going to end? How is *anyone* going to end? How's your picon citron go?

  Nikki : It goes fine.

• Shep Lambert : You sure are in an uproar. What you need is a drink!

  Cary Lockwood : I need more than a drink. I need a lot of geography between me and that girl.

• Bill Talbot : Who's cares?

  Francis : Who cares?

  Shep Lambert : Who cares?

  Nikki : Who cares?

  Frink : Hello, everybody.

  Cary Lockwood : And you too?

  Frink : That's right.

  Cary Lockwood : That's right. Who cares?

• Nikki : It's been so hot and I'm so tired and I want to go to bed.

  Shep Lambert : Going to bed? Who ever heard of such a thing?

  Francis : Can we help you undress?

  Nikki : No, thank you, William.

  Francis : Take off your shoes?

  Shep Lambert : Undo your hair?

  Bill Talbot : Scrub your back or something?

  Nikki : No, I can manage quite well by myself. Good night, everybody.

  Shep Lambert , Francis , Bill Talbot : Good night.

  Frink : Good night, Nikki.

  [Nikki exits] 

  Cary Lockwood : Can you imagine that ungrateful old trollop? She wouldn't let them help her undress.

• Shep Lambert : She's got eyes like an Assyrian Queen's got eyes.

  Bill Talbot : You ain't never seen no Assyrian Queen! You're just a-makin' that up outta yore own head!

  Shep Lambert : I did so see an Assyrian Queen.

  Cary Lockwood : In whose green hat?

  Shep Lambert : In the Metropolitan Museum's green hat, that's whose green hat.

• Cary Lockwood : Say, this is getting serious.

  Shep Lambert : Serious? Is anything serious any more?

• Cary Lockwood : She got one tooth turned around, she can't see very far, and she's *always* speaking out of turn. Otherwise, she's a mighty fine piece of architecture.

• Nikki : I don't like beer.

  Cary Lockwood : Make you leap like a tuna.

  Nikki : Don't wanna leap like a tuna.

  Cary Lockwood : Make you bark like a fox.

  Nikki : Don't wanna bark like a fox.

  Cary Lockwood : Make you laugh and play.

  Nikki : That's what I wanna do! Laugh and play!