Faithless (1932)

Robert Montgomery: William 'Bill' Wade

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• Carol Morgan : Sleepy, Bill?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Practically Rip Van Winkle.

• Carol Morgan : I've nice feet, haven't I? Hmmm?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Can't expect a man to write poetry about feet at five o'clock in the morning.

• Harriet : Say, what's this about a wedding?

  Helen : People don't get married anymore.

  Carol Morgan : These people do. Don't they Bill?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Well, I held out as long as I could, but she got me in a weak moment.

  Carol Morgan : Was he hard to get! It took me a year to land him!

  Harriet : Where'd she find you, Wade?

  William 'Bill' Wade : I was born here in New York - in the the untrialed wilds of 179th Street and I've lived here ever since.

  Carol Morgan : You haven't begun to live yet and you're not going to waste your youth on these netwits.

  [as Carol leaves with Bill she slaps Harriet on her behind] 

  Carol Morgan : Come on.

• Carol Morgan : The wedding's going to be in about a month and, of course, we're going to ask everybody we know.

  William 'Bill' Wade : How many will that be?

  Carol Morgan : Well, already counting at twelve hundred.

  William 'Bill' Wade : Madison Square Garden holds seventeen thousand.

• Harriet : Better get him on your yacht quickly, Carol, and hide him in darkest Africa. I don't trust myself.

  Carol Morgan : I don't trust any of you. We're sailing for Monte Carlo on the Princess, two hours after the ceremony.

  William 'Bill' Wade : Darling, I'm sorry to tell you I get very ill at sea. And when seasickness comes into the porthole, love flies out the - eh, other porthole.

  Carol Morgan : He sounds unromantic; but, that's just his natural modesty. You ought to see him in a taxi cab.

• Carol Morgan : Bill, what's the matter? You've been saying the oddest things?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Carol, you know I can't go to Monte Carlo on your yacht. I've got a job to hold down.

  Carol Morgan : Oh, the sausage business.

• William 'Bill' Wade : Carol, I can't afford to take three months off and pay for a honeymoon in Europe.

  Carol Morgan : Well, why can't I pay for it?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Because I'm marrying you and not your bank account!

  Carol Morgan : Oh, Bill, you're just being a quixotic fool!

• William 'Bill' Wade : Carol, you might just as well make up your mind to one thing. You're going to live on my income.

  Carol Morgan : Your income? How much is that?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Twenty thousand a year. Now, wait a minute, I'm not apologizing. I'm not asking you to share my poverty. I'm mighty lucky to be making that much money in these times.

  Carol Morgan : But, that's less than 400 dollars a week!

• Carol Morgan : But, you'd have your own job. I'm perfectly willing for you to be staying with the sausages.

  William 'Bill' Wade : Don't say sausages!

  Carol Morgan : Sausages, sausages, sausages!

• William 'Bill' Wade : If you hadn't have been brought up like a character out of "Arabian Nights", you'd see my viewpoint.

  Carol Morgan : The viewpoint of a cave man who moves his wife with a club.

  William 'Bill' Wade : Say, I ought to act like a cave man and beat some common sense into your head.

  Carol Morgan : Yes, that would be just your idea of matrimony. To come home late and beat your wife up because the soup was cold!

• William 'Bill' Wade : Shut up! What's your answer?

  Carol Morgan : Ohhh, sausages!

  William 'Bill' Wade : Miss Morgan, under the circumstances you should feel very glad that this is 1932 and not the prim '80s.

• William 'Bill' Wade : Don't laugh. I'm going to be a metallurgist.

  Carol Morgan : Laugh? Why, I was never so impressed in my life. What particular kind of metal do you urge?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Radium.

  Carol Morgan : Does it take a lot of urging or does it succumb easily?

  William 'Bill' Wade : It fights you to the bitter end.

  Carol Morgan : Tell me about it?

  William 'Bill' Wade : Well, I'd rather not. You tell me about your urges.

  Carol Morgan : Oh, well up to now I've just managed to urge the body from one place to another.

• Anthony 'Tony' Wade : You'll get a job, with all your brains.

  William 'Bill' Wade : Oh, sure. Sure, how about it Mr. Metallurgist? Me good Filipino Boy. Shake-em up cocktail. Press-em up pants. Shine-em up shoes. Keep-em mouth shut.

• William 'Bill' Wade : Blow on it now. It's kind of hot.