Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

-Are you a burglar?
-Heavens, no!

l got locked in.
l was waiting for a friend.

-Why didn't you ring for him?
-l didn't think of it.

-lf you're a burglar and l help you--
-Please, help before someone comes.

l'm thinking. All right.
l'll help you for two reasons.

Never mind the reasons.
The first is, l'm too young
to be sent to jail.

The second is, you've got
a lot of animal magnetism.

Look, someone's coming.
-What'll l do?
-Hold this around your neck, tight.

Good evening.
l say, whatever are you
doing up there?

l wanted to see the view from here.
Are you feeling well, my dear?
Yes, thank you ever so.
But l must have caught a chill.

-What say we get a spot of sherry?
-l can't.

-Sherry's the best thing for a cold.
-l couldn't.

You do look flushed.
Let me feel your pulse.

No, no, please--
No cause for alarm, my dear.
lt's purely medical.

-There's no fever, at any rate.
-l'm all right, l'm fine.

-Such a little hand.
-Put that back.

So sweet, so tiny,
and yet it can hold a human heart.

SPOFFORD: Stop that!
-Beg your pardon?

Well l-- Why....
-Laryngitis, l guess.
-No doubt.

-l need sherry. Will you get it?
-l fly on the wings of Mercury.

SPOFFORD: Just hurry up.
-All right, my dear.