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Blondes at Work (1938)
Glenda Farrell: Torchy Blane
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Quotes
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Torchy Blane : [Upset that she's getting a parking ticket] You must be new on the force. I'm Torchy Blane of The Star.
Police Officer Regan : I don't care if you're an eclipse of the sun.
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Lt. Steve McBride : If you keep getting me into jams like this, you'll cook my goose!
Torchy Blane : [laughs] Swell! We'll fatten it up and have it for dinner.
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Detective Ed Healy : Did you know Mr. Craig very well?
Torchy Blane : Not well enough to stab him.
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Lt. Steve McBride : After we get married, you're going to chuck your job at the newspaper and you're going to stay home where you belong.
Torchy Blane : I knew there was a catch in it. Listen, we've been all over this a thousand times. I've got ink in my blood and a nose for news that needs something besides powder.
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Torchy Blane : Have you ever heard of Lt. McBride?
Police Officer Regan : [writing Torchy a parking ticket] Yes, I've heard of President Roosevelt too.
Torchy Blane : Well, I'm his fiancee. McBride's, not Roosevelt's.
Police Officer Regan : Well, that's swell. Come up and see me and Garbo sometime.
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Torchy Blane : Why, Skipper, this suddenness is so - sudden.
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Lt. Steve McBride : [meeting Torchy at the Press Cafe] I got to get back to work.
Torchy Blane : Oh, darling, haven't you forgotten something?
Lt. Steve McBride : You know I don't like to display affection in public.
Torchy Blane : Affection? Tsch-tsch-tsch-tsch. My check.
Lt. Steve McBride : [looks at the check] What'd you eat? An elephant steak?
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Lt. Steve McBride : From now on when we're together, we'll talk about nothing except...
Torchy Blane : Love and kisses! Oh, Stevie.
Lt. Steve McBride : I wasn't going to say that.
Torchy Blane : I know; but, it's nice work if you can get it.
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Torchy Blane : You go my way and I go yours. Let's swing it.
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Torchy Blane : Gahagan, you're the answer to a maiden's muddle.
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Lt. Steve McBride : Hello, Torchy.
Torchy Blane : Hello, Tootsie-Wootsie.
Lt. Steve McBride : Ah, don't call me that! You know I don't like to have you call me that.
Torchy Blane : Well, Squidgy-Widgy then.
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Olive : All she left here was a slip.
Torchy Blane : A slip? Can I see it please?
Carol : Well, I don't know. Maybe Louisa doesn't want people going around looking at her slips.
Torchy Blane : What's a slip between friends?
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Carol : What are you doing?
Torchy Blane : I'm copying that laundry mark.
Olive : Copying the laundry mark? Well, what do you know abut that. It just goes to show you what publicity will do. Before poor Spencer was stabbed, Louisa could have been tattooed and *nobody* would have thought of copying it.
Carol : Say, speaking of being tattooed, I knew a sailor once...
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Torchy Blane : Swelly!
Sam Wong : As a matter of coincidental fact, we're doing a precipitant job for the party now.
Torchy Blane : Oh, I say more swelly.
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Torchy Blane : Is this one your laundry marks?
Sam Wong : Yes, honorable Torchy. This is one of our unworthy laundry marks.
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Torchy Blane : Maybe you slippy honorable Torchy high sign, when lady come back, huh?
Sam Wong : Ah, wait a minute. I would not have this unworthy carcass put in jeopardy.
Torchy Blane : Maybe unworthy carcass catch a-plenty jeopardy over laundry tickets, no?
Sam Wong : You got me there, Torchy.
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Lt. Steve McBride : [on the intercom] What is it?
Torchy Blane : Hello, Stevie-Weeby.
Lt. Steve McBride : Now, Torchy, I...
Torchy Blane : Well, Lovey-Dovey, then. Can you come out for just a itsy-bitsy minute?
Lt. Steve McBride : Yes! I'll be out.
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Blanche Revelle : Let that alone!
Torchy Blane : I was just reaching for a cigarette. I wish I could walk a mile for one. Can I have a cigarette?
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Torchy Blane : Listen, sister, stop unraveling and be some use to yourself. If you are innocent, you're certainly playing it to make it look guilty.
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Blanche Revelle : I told you to shut up.
Torchy Blane : You didn't say: positively.
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Torchy Blane : I don't think Mr. Greer did it.
Lt. Steve McBride : Why not?
Torchy Blane : Well, when I saw Spencer and him together, they were very palsy-walsy and you don't act like that with a guy who's just played tic-tac-toe on your tummy with a knife!
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Torchy Blane : I suppose if I asked you to buy me a steak, you'd give me a wrong steer.
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Torchy Blane : Good-bye, sleuths!
[quick exit]
Det. Parker : Say, she's got something buzzing in her bonnet.
Lt. Steve McBride : Yeah and chances are, I'll get stung by it.
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Torchy Blane : Oh, you're subtle, Parker. Subtle like an avalanche.