The Dark Corner (1946)

Lucille Ball: Kathleen Stewart

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Quotes 

• Kathleen : You should have William Powell for a secretary.

  Bradford Galt : William Powell... who's he?

  Kathleen : Don't ya ever go to the movies? He's a detective, in "The Thin Man."

• Kathleen Stewart : I've never been followed before.

  Bradford Galt : That's a terrible reflection on American manhood.

• Bradford Galt : You know, I think I'll fire you and get me a Tahitian secretary.

  Kathleen Stewart : You won't like them; those grass skirts are a fire hazard.

• Kathleen : My father was a major-league umpire. Well, what else

  [at the Tudor Penny Arcade] 

  Kathleen : can I beat you at?

  Bradford Galt : What other kinds of games do you like to play? You know, we've got some great playgrounds up around 52nd Street.

  Kathleen : Among them your apartment?

  Bradford Galt : Why, just a coincidence.

  Kathleen : I haven't worked for you very long, Mr. Galt, but I know when you're pitching a curve at me, and I always carry a catcher's mitt.

  Bradford Galt : No offense. A guy's got to score, doesn't he?

  Kathleen : Not in my league. I don't play for score, I play for keeps - "said she with a smile."

• Bradford Galt : Why don't you come over here, where you belong?

  [Bradford pats the couch that he is laying on] 

  Kathleen : [Kathleen throws Bradford his mended suit jacket and proceeds to walk out Bradford's front door]  Well, if you're feeling that much better, perhaps I better go home.

  [scene fades] 

• Kathleen : What's done to you is done to me.

• Kathleen : But remember, I can get brand new tough guys for a dime a dozen.

  Bradford Galt : Here, get yourself two dozen.

  [Bradford tosses two dimes at Kathleen across the table] 

  Kathleen : [Kathleen pushes them back towards Bradford]  I'd rather pick you up at a rummage sale. I'm a sucker for bargains. Speaking of bargains, if you can't get nines in those nylons, I'll take eight-and-a-half or even ten. Doesn't matter.

  Bradford Galt : I'll make a note of it.

• Bradford Galt : The stain... The ink, baby, the ink. I smeared ink on his white suit up in my office.

  Kathleen Stewart : What of it?

  Bradford Galt : He'd have to have the suit cleaned, wouldn't he? The cleaners would have his address, wouldn't they?

  Kathleen Stewart : Well, this is a pretty dirty town. Cleaning places grow on every street like mushrooms.

  Bradford Galt : Yeah, but they don't do their own cleaning.