Chance at Heaven (1933)

Ginger Rogers: Marge Harris

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• Marge Harris : I like to do it myself, you see, I like to render the fat and do things with the gizzard and liver.

• Glory Franklyn : I feel pretty shaky. Oh, gin! Could I have a drink.

  Marge Harris : I thought you'd be cryin' for some. Come on. Sit down. Make yourself over at our house. What'll you have with? Ginger ale or - ginger ale.

  Glory Franklyn : I'll just take mine straight.

  Marge Harris : Quit kiddin' the bartender.

  Glory Franklyn : No, I do want it straight!

  Marge Harris : Rub it in your hair if you like.

  Glory Franklyn : Thanks.

  Marge Harris : I don't see how you can drink it that way.

  Glory Franklyn : Well, if Dr. Jameson had told you what he just told me, you'd take a good drink too.

• Marge Harris : Be there at 8:30 and wash up or no food, see.

  Blacky Gorman : I get it: 'no washy, no eaty'.

• Marge Harris : Is your stove working?

  Blacky Gorman : On all six.

  Marge Harris : Well, we'll try it.

  Blacky Gorman : Well, pull in your eyebrows when you light it.

• Marge Harris : May I have the key to your shack?

  Blacky Gorman : Shack? Hey, that's a mistake any bachelor would be proud of.

• Blacky Gorman : Ah, now listen, Marge. It isn't what you think it is. Honest, it isn't. She came into see me about her brakes. They're bad.

  Marge Harris : Bad brakes for her; but, a good brake for you.

• Marge Harris : What a man. Gas on his mind with love in his heart.

• Blacky Gorman : Boy, do these tootsies hurt. And have I been takin' it on the shins. There ought to be a law making all running boards the same distance from the ground.

  Marge Harris : How would you like me to crochet you a nice little pair of shin guards?

  Blacky Gorman : Yeah. And make 'em baby blue to match my eyes. Will ya?

• Glory Franklyn : It was sweet of you to ask us over, Miss Harris.

  Marge Harris : Oh, don't call me 'Miss Harris'. It's so woolen underweary. Marge is the name.

• Blacky Gorman : Let's forget it.

  Marge Harris : You can't forget it, Blacky.

  Blacky Gorman : Oh, I don't know what you're talking about?

  Marge Harris : You'll be crazy about her than ever. You're plenty cuckoo over her now.

  Blacky Gorman : Listen, mug. We're all set to get married. Does that sound like I was stuck on her?

  Marge Harris : It sounds like a nice kid who made up his mind to keep his word.

• Blacky Gorman : You're a swell little number one.

  Marge Harris : That's mighty white of you to say that, sailor.

• Glory Franklyn : Marge, you're a swell sport. It makes me feel as if I'd done something kind of sneaky.

  Marge Harris : Oh, you precious infant.

  Glory Franklyn : You know, I really didn't do it deliberately. I just couldn't help it.

  Marge Harris : You're telling me. That's what he does to all us females.

• Marge Harris : She's got an awful crush on you. Why, she'd take you in a minute. You know what it'd mean? A shortcut, Blacky, to everything you've wanted. It's there, waiting for you. A chance at heaven. You better grab it.

• Marge Harris : Glory Gorman you're a goose!