Marie Prevost: Dot

Three Wise Girls

Dot

Dot: You know, addressing envelopes ain't as tough as it's cracked up to be.
Cassie Barnes: No?
Dot: No! There's a lot of money in it. I doped the whole thing out a while ago. At a dollar and a half a thousand, if I sell an envelope to everybody in the United States, I'd make a hundred and fifty thousand dollars!
Cassie Barnes: That's swell. Have you figured out how long it's going to take you to do that?
Dot: Oh, um... About two-hundred and fifty years.
Cassie Barnes: I had no idea there was such a future in it.

Dot: Well what are you doing home?
Cassie Barnes: Job number three is now a thing of the past.
Dot: Yeah? What happened?
Cassie Barnes: Oh, the Manager had a lot of brand new ideas. He tried to take my waist measurement.
Dot: Oh, I know. Wanted to see if you were gaining any weight, huh?
Cassie Barnes: Yeah.

Dot: Say, Cass, you don't happen to know of a good man layin' around loose, do ya? A plumber or something? I'd grab the first one that came along so - I - wouldn't - have - to - type - these - silly - stupid - things!
Cassie Barnes: Oh, you're always yelping about men, Dot!
Dot: Yeah, well that's my trouble. All I do is yelp. But, I never can get my clutches on one.
Cassie Barnes: Oh, they give me a pain!

Cassie Barnes: Oh, I met a new breed this morning.
Dot: Yeah, what's he like?
Cassie Barnes: Rich, handsome, - and a sap! He was in the store when I had the scrap this morning. Brought me home in his car.
Dot: What happened? Did he make a pass at you?
Cassie Barnes: No, he didn't even try to date me up! The conceded fool!
Dot: Well, what are you kicking about? Isn't that what you want?
Cassie Barnes: Yeah, but a man doesn't have to be insulting, does he?

Dot: I was gonna throw this stuff out - but, you might as well eat it. Aw, there's one of the finest little weenies that ever graced a paper plate. It's a little shriveled from old age. But, of course, you can't have everything. And the baloney - well, its just baloney.

Dot: Listen, if he'll take you, grab him while the grabbin's good! And in a little while, maybe he'll find what a heel he's been and marry you anyway. And if he don't, what's the odds? You'll have a beautiful apartment, plenty of clothes and pot full of Do-Re-Mi.

Gladys Kane: Oh, Cassie, don't get in my class.
Dot: Why shouldn't she get in your class? What's wrong with your class? Say you're a great one to be talkin' and you living in the lap of luxury.
Gladys Kane: Listen, Dot, I'd scrub floors if I could start all over again.
Dot: Awww! That's a lot of plain, ordinary hooey! And in the meantime you're living on Park Avenue, have a car of your own, and you eat at the Ritz. Well, all I can say is you're havin' a swell time!

Dot: Say, the trouble with you is, you've forgotten how awful it is to live in a dump like this. You don't know what it means to have to cut down on your food, so you can scrap together the rent or else old horse-face downstairs will throw you out on your what's-it. Say, listen, did you ever have to eat liverwurst seven days a week, cause you couldn't afford anything else? Well, try it sometime, you'll be nuts about it!
Gladys Kane: You've got to hang on to your self respect, Dot. And that's important.
Dot: Awww, what's your self respect when your hungry? It won't get you a porterhouse, will it?

Gladys Kane: So long, Dot.
Dot: Goodbye.
Gladys Kane: Look me up sometime, I'll show you life among the rich and miserable.
Dot: Says you!

Cassie Barnes: I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing, Dot.
Dot: Awww, nertz! If you think it's right, it's right! That's the only way to look at it.