- Thelma Todd: Prepare to die! No, you're not worthy of dying. No, you insignificant little worm, you; you snake in sheep's clothing, you miserable little cur, you! Oh, you, a poet!
- [laughs]
- Alabam: I gaze upon your golden hair, And hear the wind, As they pass through there, And when I hold your hand in mine, A tinge of love, Creeps down my spine. Do you like it?
- Thelma Todd: Isn't there any place I can go in this world without you finding me? Finding me? Finding me?
- Thelma Todd: Oh! There's that man again! Oh, no. It's only my nerves. Oh.
- Mickey: Don't you worry, little girl. If that guy comes back in here again, I'll tear him limb from limb.
- Thelma Todd: Oh, thank you, Mr... . um, Mr... . uh...
- Mickey: Daniels; Mickey for short.
- Thelma Todd: Oh, Mr. Mickey for short, you have such a winning personality.
- Thelma Todd: Oh, you wouldn't mind taking little Fido out for a walk, would you?
- Mickey: All right, Miss... uh...
- Thelma Todd: Todd; Thelma Todd.
- Dave: It's all right, lady. I'm here. I'll protect you. Oh, you're wonderful. I've often dreamed about a girl like you.
- Thelma Todd: [pinches Alabam's cheek] Oh, you cute, dear boy.
- Mickey: It's all right lady, he's gone.
- Thelma Todd: Who's gone?
- Mickey: The fellow that tried to kill you.
- Thelma Todd: Do you love me enough to go away with me?
- Mickey: Where do you want to go?
- Thelma Todd: Oh, China, Morocco, India, anywhere!
- Mickey: This is kinda sudden. I'll have to ask Ma.
- Thelma Todd: Oh, I know it's sudden, but if my husband finds out, he'll kill us both off!
- Mickey: Husband?
- Dave: Gee, you're wonderful.
- Thelma Todd: What? Did your girl throw you over too?
- Dave: Yes, like a dirty dog.
- Thelma Todd: Tell me about her.
- Dave: Well, she's a little runt. She's got a pug nose, kinda squatty, and her family - oh! Her father's a garbage collector.
- Thelma Todd: Well, girls, what can I do for you?
- Gertie: Well, what's the idea of you vamping our boyfriends?
- Thelma Todd: Well, I didn't make love to them. They made love to me.
- Gertie: Yes, but, you encouraged them.
- Thelma Todd: Well, why not?
- Thelma Todd: [after listening to Alabam's poem] That's wonderful; the depths of it. Sounds like Rockfellow.
- Alabam: You mean, uh, Longfellow.
- Thelma Todd: [laughing] Oh, ho, ho, ho. Longfellow. I always get my poets mixed up.
- Thelma Todd: Don't come near me. No! Help! Help! Don't kill me! No, don't kill me, please. Please! No, don't come in. Don't kill me! No, no, no. Don't kill me! Oh.