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Quotes of Movie: A Night at the Opera [1935]
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I saw Mrs. Claypool first. Of course, her mother really saw her first but there's no point in bringing the Civil War into this. You're willing to pay him a thousand dollars a night just for singing? Why, you can get a phonograph record of Minnie the Moocher for 75 cents. And for a buck and a quarter, you can get Minnie. Are you sure you have everything, Otis? Otis B. Driftwood: Well, I haven't had any complaints yet. And now, on with the opera. Let joy be unconfined. Let there be dancing in the streets, drinking in the saloons, and necking in the parlor. | |
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I've been sitting right here since seven o'clock. Otis B. Driftwood: Yes, with your back to me. When I invite a woman to dinner I expect her to look at my face. That's the price she has to pay. That woman? Do you know why I sat with her? Because she reminded me of you. Mrs. Claypool: Really? Otis B. Driftwood: Of course, that's why I'm sitting here with you. Because you remind me of you. Your eyes, your throat, your lips! Everything about you reminds me of you. Except you. How do you account for that? If she figures that one out, she's good. It's all right, that's in every contract. That's what they call a sanity clause. [Fiorello laughs loudly] Fiorello: You can't fool me! There ain't no Sanity Claus! [to carriage driver] Hey you. I told you to slow that nag down. On account of you I almost heard the opera. Ladies and gentlemen... I guess that takes in most of you... That's the fire escape. And, uh... that's a table, and this is a room, and there's the door leading out, and I wish you'd use it, I... I vant to be alone! Henderson: You'll be alone when I throw you in jail! Otis B. Driftwood: Isn't there a song like that, Henderson? What'll I say? Otis B. Driftwood: Tell them you're not here. Fiorello: Suppose they don't believe me? Otis B. Driftwood: They'll believe you when you start talking. I am sure the familiar strains of Verdi's music will come back to you tonight, and Mrs. Claypool's cheques will probably come back to her in the morning. Have you got any stewed prunes? Steward: Yes, Sir. Otis B. Driftwood: Well, give them some black coffee. That'll sober them up. You didn't happen to see my suit in there, did you? Fiorello: Yeah, it was taking up too much room, so we sold it. Otis B. Driftwood: Did you get anything for it? Fiorello: Uh... dollar forty. Otis B. Driftwood: That's my suit all right. Otis B. Driftwood: Boogie, boogie, boogie. How would you like to feel the way she looks? Never in my life have I received such treatment. They threw an apple at me. Otis B. Driftwood: Well, watermelons are out of season. Otis B. Driftwood: Let me see that... 9 dollars and 40 cents? This is an outrage. [to his dinner companion] Otis B. Driftwood: If I were you I wouldn't pay it. [costumed as Pagliacci] Now, what have you got to say to me? Otis B. Driftwood: Just this - can you sleep on your stomach with such big buttons on your pajamas? Hey, who were you talking to? Otis B. Driftwood: I was talking to myself, and there's nothing you can do about it. I've had three of the best doctors in the East. Have you got any milk-fed chickens? Waiter: Yes, sir. Otis B. Driftwood: Well, squeeze the milk out of one and bring me a glass. Do they allow tipping on the boat? Steward: Yes, sir. Otis B. Driftwood: Have you got two fives? Steward: Yes, sir! Otis B. Driftwood: Well, then you won't need the ten cents I was gonna give you. You live here all alone? Otis B. Driftwood: Yes. Just me and my memories. I'm practically a hermit. Henderson: Oh. A hermit. I notice the table's set for four. Otis B. Driftwood: That's nothing - my alarm clock is set for eight. That doesn't prove a thing. Was that a high C, or Vitamin D? Get off that bed. What would people say? Otis B. Driftwood: They'd probably say you're a very lucky woman. Say! Now, how did those two bed get together? Otis B. Driftwood: Well, you know how those things are, they breed like rabbits. | |
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