Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

l just adore conversation, don't you?
-Mademoiselle, Mr. Spofford is here.

Dorothy. Pardon me for whispering.
Try to make a good impression.

Right this way, sir.
Mr. Henry Spofford.

MEN: Hello.

Hello. Hello.
Well, are you traveling by yourself?
No, l've got a valet,
a tutor and a trainer.

Well, having heard so much about you,
l expected you to be much older.

l'm old enough to appreciate
a good-looking girl.

This promises to be quite a trip.
Personally, l don't intend
to miss a meal.

How am l doing?
-There's a place.
-Ernie, will you get some cigarettes?

l can't get over that passenger list.
Calling a young boy ""mister.""

A girl could waste
a whole trip to Europe.

Think we better give up the idea?
lf he were 16,
you could marry him in Tennessee.

-Drinks seemed like a good idea.
-You're a dear boy.

-What's your line, Mr. Malone?
-My line?

l tell a girl she has hair
like a tortured midnight...

...lips like a red couch
in an ivory palace...

...and l'm lonely.
Then l generally burst into tears.

-Very seldom works.
-You idiot.

-What do you do for a living?
-Oh, that kind of line.

Nothing, l'm afraid.
Just clip coupons.

-Coupons. That's like money, isn't it?
-Very similar.

l'm so pleased. Dorothy's never been
interested in anyone worthwhile.