Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

lt reminded you of a moon
in Coney lsland.

Could have been the same one. Why?
l remember l was wondering...
...what a rich man like you
were doing in Coney lsland.

Oh, well....
l rather thought you'd be
in Bermuda or Palm Beach.

Wonder if l should break that up.
They're just dancing in public.
Can't make much of a case of that.

You sound like a detective.
Let's go find our moon
and forget about your girlfriend.

l'd get in trouble
if l pushed Piggie overboard.

Not with me.
Why blame Piggie?
lt's not all his fault.

No, l....
Just what did you mean
by that remark?

l can't figure out how two girls can
be so different and be friends.

Let's get this straight.
Nobody talks about Lorelei but me.

She's quite a girl.
You just don't know her.

You don't mind
if l like you better, do you?

-We settled that quarrel in a hurry.
-Now what do we talk about?

Let's talk about you.
For the past hour l've been thinking.
Thinking about doing something.
What have you been
thinking, Mr. Malone?