The Harvey Girls (1946)

Virginia O'Brien: Alma from Ohio

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Quotes 

• Alma : [talking to Susan Bradley]  I sent my picture into one of those Lonely Hearts Clubs and they sent it back, saying "We're not *that* lonely!"

• Alma : Chris, what's wrong?

  Chris Maule : Marty Peters was just here.

  Alma : Marty Peters? The man who shot the last blacksmith?

  Chris Maule : He... he... he did what?

  [Chris has just been made the new blacksmith] 

  Alma : Well, it's all based on circumstantial evidence. No one actually saw the bullet leave the gun.

  [Chris faints dead away] 

• Alma : [singing]  Yeah, they say they have hair on their chest, the only thing I've seen is just a fancy vest. Holy smackers, milk and crackers, but it's wild in the wild, wild West.

• Deborah Andrews : Well, here we are.

  Alma : Yes, The three of us.

  Susan Bradley : I don't know whether we're the three musketeers or the three blind mice.

• Deborah Andrews : We're Harvey girls.

  Susan Bradley : What's that, a college?

  Alma : No. We're waitresses.

• Susan Bradley : Why did you become a Harvey girl, Deborah?

  Deborah Andrews : I thought it would be exciting. What I really wanted to be - was a dancer. But my family thought it wasn't respectable.

  Susan Bradley : A dancer? And you, Alma?

  Alma : I lived on a farm.

  Susan Bradley : Why did you leave it?

  Alma : I was hungry.

• Deborah Andrews : [singing]  I had no petticoat trimmed with lace, My angel cake was a pure disgrace, My face was my fortune, My mother said, And my dancing slippers, Of bright, bright red, A million miles I have danced or more, In hopes Prince Charming would cross the floor, I can't understand it, I've waltzed and I've whirled, But, my goodness me, It's a great big world

  Deborah Andrews , Susan Bradley , Alma : And it's cold, cold, cold...

• Alma : If you're going to shoe that horse, you'd better get started.

  Chris Maule : Alma, I've a confession. I'm afraid of horses.

  Alma : Oh, that's all in your mind. Say to yourself, "I'm brave."

  Chris Maule : I'm brave.

  Alma : "I'm determined!"

  Chris Maule : I'm determined.

  Alma : "I'm fearless!"

  Chris Maule : I'm fearless. I'm a liar.

• Alma : Show the horse you're not afraid of him.

  Chris Maule : [addressing the horse]  Would you please sit down and give me your foot?

  Alma : That's not the way, silly. See?

  [picks up the horse's hoof] 

  Alma : It's very simple. All you have to do is take the pincers and *pry* all the nails from the foot. Then you take a rasp and *file* the foot down. Errrrrrr. Then you take a hot shoe, red-hot, and *burn* his foot to a level. Then he's ready for shoeing. Place it on his foot and *drive* six long nails into it. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong.

  [Chris faints] 

  Alma : I suppose I'll have to do it.

• Alma : Look at that little goose pimple, all moon-eyed over a song.