Jeanette MacDonald credited as playing...
Marietta
- Warrington: Now let's talk this over as one mudlark to another...
- Marietta: I do not wish to be included in that.
- Warrington: ...but that was no street singers' warbling, Blue Eyes. The quality of those tones was something...
- Marietta: I used to appear at the Opera Comique.
- Warrington: I see, until the manager wished for you to appear as Lady Godiva and you refused.
- Marietta: Yes, something like that, yes.
- Warrington: So you like me as a nightingale? Wasn't I magnificent?
- Marietta: Oh, you're a modest little fellow, aren't you?
- Warrington: I'm known as the mad Mudlark of the Mississippi. Ssh, don't tell a soul.
- Marietta: No, I won't. I'll leave that for you to do.
- Warrington: Oh, I admit I'm a loud kind of a fellow problem when I'm on duty, but I'm in town for a rest now. I had a bath and a shave and I'm feeling very kindly to the world.
- Marietta: I thought your world didn't include women.
- Warrington: Women? Oh, as you said back there, wish to be charming; oh, I wish it was full of them and they all look like you.
- Marietta: [Petshop Keeper gives Marietta a puppy] Oh, you're too generous. Here, put him in here. You're so generous.
- Petshop Keeper: I would order a stork if Your Highness wishes it.
- Marietta: Bouger, that's rather an alarming suggestion.
- Marietta: I haven't seen a man I could love, Frau Schuman. Certainly not among those paying powder-puffs of Versailles. But someday I'll see him. I'd like to see him standing tall and strong in the wind and in the sun. And I'd have to crawl up on my hands and knees to make him even notice me.
- Marietta: It's like the music of the spheres, isn't it? The melody of the universe. Everything.
- Herr Schuman: Yeah. Mysterious, ain't it?
- Marietta: Ohh... sweetly so.
- Marietta: [singing] Chansonette chansonette chansonette, Life is just a little song to sing, But all the world is new, Love will make my life a chansonette, A little song of love for you...
- Warrington: [sarcastically] Sorry, Your Highness. Rough talk. Now, let me have your petticoat.
- Marietta: My what?
- Warrington: Your petticoat. You have one on, I hope.
- Warrington: Well, blue eyes, how did you come to get mixed in with this cargo of rawboned brides?
- Marietta: Well, I wished to be married and...
- Warrington: Some poor, lonely, little milkmaid on a farm, huh?
- Marietta: As a matter of fact, I was.
- Warrington: Yes, look at those little hands. They couldn't make a cow halfway comfortable.
- Herr Schuman: What's this?
- Marietta: Oh. It's a song written by a sweet old man. The only real friend I had back home. I'm trying to find the words to it.
- Herr Schuman: "Ah sweet miss... if" I'm not very good at letters.
- Marietta: [singing] Ah, sweet mystery of life, Could I but find thee. Ah, could I but know, The secret of it all...
- Warrington: Wait, Your Highness, please.
- Marietta: What? Why do you call me that?
- Warrington: Well, just the way your chin reaches for the moon when you're mad, that's all.
- Marietta: Do you spend much time in New Orleans?
- Warrington: Not if I can help it. We're just hired down here to keep Injuns off the back stoop.
- Governor d'Annard: This is outrageous! What are you doing among all these sweet girls? You have no right here.
- Marietta: Oh, but surely, here in New Orleans you have room for a girl who doesn't necessarily wished to become a housewife but who - likes to be charming and pleasant?
- Madame d'Annard: Gaspard, are you going to allow that brazen woman to stand there and insult decent women with that talk?
- Governor d'Annard: No, of course not! Uh, here, uh, just take her to the, uh, take her, uh, find her a home somewhere.
- Marietta: Fortunately for me, I have the choice of my companion.
- Warrington: Well, what's the matter with me now that all the cards are face up? I've always gotten on very well with charming women. Sometimes a little too well. It's difficult to get away.
- Marietta: Well, you'll have no difficulty getting away from me, I assure you. In fact, I'm looking forward to your departure with *infinite* delight.