Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

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.

No taste?
No, l'm a hobo collector.
l might find room for you.

-She's joking.
-l hope not, l'm counting on it.

-Some people don't get her jokes.
-l'm gonna try.

Dorothy's the best and loyalest friend
a girl ever had.

She'll make a wonderful wife.
You'll find out.

-l've got to be going.
-Going? Where?

Don't worry.
l'm only concerned about you two.

There's a wonderful moon out.
There you are.
Miss Lee, will you dance with me?

l'd love to. lf you hadn't asked me,
l was going to ask you.

Really? Well, by Jove!
l say, will you excuse us?

-Do you remember last night?
-Very well.

l mean when we were talking
about the moon.