Hugh Herbert credited as playing...
T. Mosley Thorpe
- T. Mosley Thorpe: My mood for writing is completely gone. My brain is more fogged than ever.
- Ann Prentiss: You said it.
- Bellman: Where will I put it?
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Well, you can put it - I would suggest putting it in your nose.
- Betty Hawes: I beg your pardon, did you send for a stenographer?
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Yes, and a Swiss cheese on rye. Have you got it with you?
- Betty Hawes: No.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: That's strange. Sit down.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: I want a stenographer. I'm writing a monograph on snuff boxes. Very important dictation.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Put her to bed with a hot water bottle.
- Ann Prentiss: That'll be more fun than I've had in ages.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Every moment is precious. Will you have a pinch of snuff?
- Betty Hawes: No, but I'd just as soon join you in a chew of tobacco.
- Betty Hawes: How about time out for a little snifter?
- T. Mosley Thorpe: I never indulge in alcohol. No.
- Betty Hawes: A nice cold bottle of champagne isn't really alcohol.
- Betty Hawes: Let's write a *beautiful* love song.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: A love song! How do you get such good ideas?
- Betty Hawes: I'm inspired by being with you.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Oh, tut-tut.
- Betty Hawes: Call the girl Betty after me, huh?
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Betty. Betty. Yes, that's very good. Betty, Betty. My darling, Betty. Yes. Now what rhymes with Betty?
- Betty Hawes: Spaghetti.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Spaghetti! Spaghetti. No, that's not the proper mood for a love song.
- Betty Hawes: Well, it might do for an Italian love song.
- Mrs. Prentiss: Mosley, I must speak to you. I want you to keep the total receipts, $7,500. I know I can trust you, Mosley.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: I'm really touched by this confidence.
- Mrs. Prentiss: I'm glad you're touched.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Shysters! They haven't got a leg to stand on.
- Betty Hawes: Darling, you've given them as many legs as a centipede.
- Mrs. Prentiss: Simply sweep her off her feet!
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Well, don't you think that's a trifle undignified?
- Mrs. Prentiss: Stop quibbling, Mosley.
- Mrs. Prentiss: You contemptible coward. Engaged to my daughter and lollygagging around with a public stenographer.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Can I be blamed because I can't typewrite - and must dictate?
- Mrs. Prentiss: Oh! So you were dictating, were you?
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Yes, I was dictating.
- Mrs. Prentiss: I know everything that's going on around here.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: I hope you're not provoked at me.
- Mrs. Prentiss: No, you've been merely weak and vacillating.
- Mrs. Prentiss: I have a real man in the family. I shall have Humbolt give you a good thrashing.
- T. Mosley Thorpe: Don't forget I used to be pretty good with the gloves myself. See?
- Mrs. Prentiss: I shall forbid Humbolt to use gloves when he thrashes you.