Gilbert Roland credited as playing...
Pierre DuQuesne
- Pierre DuQuesne: Have you seen a lovely young lady, one of my lost chicks, with beautiful big - eh, brown eyes?
- Pierre DuQuesne: You have your own peculiar, eh,
- [looks down at Mame's chest]
- Pierre DuQuesne: riches. Shall we go aboard?
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Well, mer-sea.
- Pierre DuQuesne: [singing] With a kiss, with a kiss, with a kiss, A Frenchman always says it with a kiss, On the cheek, On the lips, On the hand, You'll find the ladies always understand...
- Pierre DuQuesne: What's the matter?
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Well, to tell you the truth, I don't feel...
- Pierre DuQuesne: Uh-ha! Mal de mer!
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Yeah, on top of that, I think I'm gonna be seasick.
- Pierre DuQuesne: I know just the cure for that. Eh, garçon. At once. An emergency. Bring me a pewter pitcher, some stout, and two bottles of vintage champagne, Piper-Heidsieck 1945.
- French Waiter: Certainement, Monsieur.
- Pierre DuQuesne: This is a marvelous remedy for mal de mer. It is also good for asthma, chicken pox, and inhibitions.
- Pierre DuQuesne: I'll describe her to you. That is not necessary, Monsieur. There is only one Mary Carson aboard ship. Well, au revoir, Hopalong.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Thanks for the posies.
- Pierre DuQuesne: I wish they were diamonds.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Diamonds? For a girl like me? Want to ruin my reputation?
- Pierre DuQuesne: Reputations were made to be ruined; otherwise, its no fun.
- Pierre DuQuesne: Ah, Paris. Spring. Love. What could be more enchanting?
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: You know, I've never seen Paris.
- Pierre DuQuesne: She's a rare gem. A lovely thing. No matter where you have been or what you have seen, everything is more beautiful in Paris.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Yeah. That's what I always say about Texas.
- Pierre DuQuesne: [offers Mame a cigarette, she says no, he takes one himself, Mame lights it] Ah, Cherie, just wait. After you see Paris
- [sings]
- Pierre DuQuesne: Perhaps you'll stop and take a look at me.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: You're a very nice boy.
- Pierre DuQuesne: I am a man.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Oh, right. You're a very nice man. You got a lose tongue and a rovin' eye and you send pretty flowers. Hey, you're not hitched are you.
- Pierre DuQuesne: Hitched?
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Grounded. Married.
- Pierre DuQuesne: Oh, no-o-o-o.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: You got quite a toe for dancin'.
- Pierre DuQuesne: So have you. Only, do you mind if I do the lead?
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Oh, sorry.
- [hiccup]
- Pierre DuQuesne: Poor little one. I'll protect you from the wolves.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Yeah, I guess a wolf like you'd know all about wolves, huh?
- Pierre DuQuesne: Oh, I'm not a wolf.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: No?
- Pierre DuQuesne: I'm a lover.
- Pierre DuQuesne: Here is the ammunition. And now the battle commences. Do not retreat my beautiful one. First, we set the pitcher - so. Then, we open the stout - so. Then, we open the champagne - so. And then, with the grace of angels, we pour - so. And there, my beautiful lady, is the only guarantee against the cruel sea. A Black Velvet.
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: Maybe I better just take a dramamine.
- Pierre DuQuesne: Drink! Drink before the malady gets worse. Drink before you wish you were dead. Down! Encore!
- Annie Farrell: Listen. We'll find her; then, you'll know what to do.
- Pierre DuQuesne: I'll know what to do.
- Annie Farrell: Mmm. I bet you will.
- Annie Farrell: Your Mary Carson? Well, how did you figure that one out, lover boy?
- Pierre DuQuesne: You're a very good friend of hers, are you not, Madame Firelle?
- Annie Farrell: You're darn tootin', Cuddles!
- Pierre DuQuesne: Ahhh, why is it that jealous women are *always* such fools?
- Mary 'Mame' Carson: It ain't easy!