La ninfa degli antipodi

James Sullivan: Baby, somewhere along the line, we got our signals crossed. You've got it into your head that you're Joan of Arc. Well, get it out fast. You're a swimmer doing a tank act in Sullivan's water carnival, and not a bad show either.

Annette Kellerman: And how long can it last? After all, all we're doing is capitalizing on a lot of cheap bathing suit publicity.

James Sullivan: Well, what do you think this Aldrich thing is anyway? All he's trying to do is cash in on the same dodge, a ballyhoo that I arranged.

Annette Kellerman: That you arranged?

James Sullivan: Sure. Who do you think got that cop to arrest you?

Annette Kellerman: Oh no, Jimmy, you didn't.

James Sullivan: Didn't I?

Annette Kellerman: Can you stand there... what about all that talk of a crusade and how...

James Sullivan: Bunk. Who cares what a lot of females wear on the beach, as long as I can keep you in a one-piece bathing suit? Baby, you're a swimmer. You belong in the water. Wet, you're terrific. Dry, you're just a nice girl who ought to settle down and get married.

Annette Kellerman: Thank you very much for the advice. One thing I know for sure, if and when I do get married, it will never be to a cheap, stubborn, flea circus proprietor.

James Sullivan: This flea circus does alright for the fleas in it, except when they jump out of their cages.