Sig Ruman credited as playing...
Herman Gottlieb
- Herbert Gottlieb: [to Mrs. Claypool] All of New York will be under your feet!
- Otis B. Driftwood: [lifting the tablecloth] Well, there's plenty of room.
- Mrs. Claypool: Mr. Claypool went to his reward three years ago.
- Herbert Gottlieb: And left you all alone.
- Mrs. Claypool: All alone.
- Herbert Gottlieb: With eight million dollars.
- Mrs. Claypool: Eight million dollars.
- Otis B. Driftwood: Listen, Gottlieb, you're just wasting your time. If Mrs. Claypool wants to marry a fortune hunter, she's always got me.
- Herbert Gottlieb: Fortune hunter?
- Otis B. Driftwood: As a matter of fact, you can hardly call me a fortune hunter. Because when I first proposed to Mrs. Claypool, I thought she only had seven million. But, the extra million is never interfered with my feelings for her.
- Fiorello: I give this to Riccardo.
- Herbert Gottlieb: [talking offstage with Mrs. Claypool] ... sensation in New York.
- [meets Fiorello]
- Herbert Gottlieb: Pardon me, could you tell me where Signor Lassparri is?
- Fiorello: Sure, there's Lassparri,
- Herbert Gottlieb: Lassparri!
- Otis B. Driftwood: Lassparri? Then whom did I sign?
- Fiorello: You signed Riccardo Baroni, that's-a my man.
- Herbert Gottlieb: [Gottlieb wakes up Lassparri, who is unconscious] Signor Lassparri, what happened? Speak to me, it's me, it's Gottlieb! Speak to me, it's me, it's Gottlieb!
- Herbert Gottlieb: [Tomasso unties a sandbag, which drops on Lassparri's head and knocks him unconscious] Oh, what is this now?
- Otis B. Driftwood: How early the fruit is falling this season.
- Herbert Gottlieb: Mrs. Claypool, you're as charming as you are beautiful.
- Mrs. Claypool: I'm afraid you've used that speech before, Mr. Gottlieb.
- Otis B. Driftwood: Now, listen here Gottlieb, making love to Mrs. Claypool is my racket. What you're after is $200,000. And you better make is sound plausible; because, incredible as it may seem, Mrs. Claypool isn't as big a sap as she looks. How's that for love making?
- Mrs. Claypool: I think the Europeans do it better?
- Otis B. Driftwood: Okay, Gottlieb, it's your turn. You take a whack at it - and keep it clean.
- Herbert Gottlieb: If you pardon my saying so, Mrs. Claypool, Mr. Driftwood seems to me hardly the person to handle your business affairs.
- Mrs. Claypool: I'm beginning to think the same thing.
- Herbert Gottlieb: [finds Driftwood, Fiorello, Tomasso and Ricardo lounging in his office] What does this mean?
- Otis B. Driftwood: Aw, just the man I want to see. Guttlieb, these are the worst cigars I ever smoked.
- Fiorello: Yes, and your ice isn't cold enough either.
- Fiorello: Is this the opera house?
- Herbert Gottlieb: Arrest those men. And this one too!
- [pushes Tomasso toward Fiorello and Driftwood]
- Otis B. Driftwood: It's about time!
- Herbert Gottlieb: All right, only quick. Quick, what do you want?
- Otis B. Driftwood: First, call off that police dogs.
- Henderson: Huh?
- Herbert Gottlieb: All right, anything. Anything!
- Henderson: Just a minute, these men are in this country under false pretenses and I'm going to to do my duty.
- Herbert Gottlieb: I'll be responsible for them. Besides, they came over here with Mr. Driftwood and Mr. Driftwood is an employee of the opera company.