Bad Girl
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- 1931
- 90 min
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I'm 'most frightened to death.
Sure, after you've done it eight or nine times,
you won't even give it a thought.
- Gee, Dot, you look swell.
- Am I all right?
Lovely.
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Well, there goes
the maiden's prayer.
I wonder how I'll act.
It's like diving overboard-you never know
how the water's going to be till you hit it.
- I'm so nervous.
- Say...
if I could look like you
in a wedding gown, I'd be a bigamist.
Come on.
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I say, isn't that girl
in the bride's outfit a new model?
Why, yes. She's a salesgirl downstairs.
We're trying her out.
She's got my okay.
These guys usually make wisecracks.
Don't let it bother you.
I know all the answers-
men have been insulting me for years.
Say, beautiful.
Doing anything tonight?
I'm taking my two
pet fish out for a drive.
There'll be room for another
if you'd care to go.
Don't talk back to them.
You'll get fired.
When they deliver baloney at my door,
I always give them a receipt.
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Honestly, if I ever met a fella...
that didn't try to date me up right off
the bat, I think I'd fall on his neck.
He'd probably be too weak to hold you up.
Oh, men are all alike.
Rich or poor-
when it comes to women,
they've only got one idea in their head.
Take those fellas out there today-
When they didn't try to date you up...
you could tell what they were thinking
by the way they looked at ya.
And it isn't only those
swell society guys either.
Ridin' the subways during the rush hour,
fellas brushin' up against you-you know what.
Or sit in the theater.
Right away some stranger...
takes a seat next to you
and that knee business starts.
- You said it.
- Don't I know it?
- Well, I'm off. Good night.
- Good night.
After all, I guess
nature made men that way.
And how we women
encourage that weakness.
- Well, I don't.
- Oh, no. I know you don't, Dot.
- Oh, Mlss Haley.
- Yes, Mr. Thompson.
- Good night, Dot. Good night.
- So long.
I just wanted to tell you
how awfully well you did this afternoon.
- Oh, thank you so much, Mr. Thompson.
- You were marvelous.
It's been such a hot day-
I thought you might like to take a drive.
Oh, I'd just love to,
Mr. Thompson, but, you see...
- my husband's a prizefighter.
- Oh.
Yes. And he heard about a fella here in
the store who tried to make a date with me...
and he's waiting downstairs
now to beat him up.
- Well- Oh.
- Yes.
Well, you know, when I asked you to take
the ride, I had nothing wrong in mind.
Oh, no, Mr. Thompson.
You see, I never think of things like that.
Well, good night.
Gee, Dot, that husband prizefighter
gag's a pip.
I'm gonna use that one too.
- Don't men ever think of anything else?
- Well, hardly ever.
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What are you looking at the river for, baby?
You ain't expecting anybody, are ya?
Yeah, my grandfather's
swimming in from Europe tonight.
I got ya. Well...
when the old guy gets here,
give him my best regards.
Hey, Dot.
- Hey, Dot. Come on. I've got something to show ya.
- What?
- There's a fella over here who won't flirt.
- There ain't no such animal.
- On the level.
- His wife must be watching him.
No, he's all alone.
A girl can't get a tumble.
A girl can't get a tumble?
Wanna bet a quarter?
- That you can make him speak to you?
- Yeah!
- All right. A quarter.
- The bet's on. Where is he?
Come on.
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d You want a little sweet
Come, come, say pretty please d
d Come on, baby
and beg for it d
d You want a little kiss
So pucker up like this d
d Coax me
nice and gentle, baby d
- d Maybe I'll fall dd
- Hey. Do you have to do that?
- I'm singin'.
- I had an aunt once who used to make noises like that.
She called it neuraliga. "
Neuralgia must run in your family.
Yeah? Well, listen, kid.
If you want to prove that something
runs in your family, this is the spot.
You got a clear deck.
- I don't know whether I won or not.
- I'll ask him.
Hey, mister. I bet her a quarter
she couldn't get you to talk to her.
- Which one of us wins?
- Oh.
So you're a couple of
them smart janes, huh?
No, we're not. But almost
every fella we meet makes a pass at us.
When my girlfriend here said you
wouldn't flirt, I just couldn't believe it.
I suppose you think
when you pass by...
guys just naturally drop dead.
- No, I don't.
- If you don't want them to flirt with you...
what do you dress like that for?
You wear those clothes for what?
To show off the curves of your body.
Look at the waist.
What's that so low for?
Yeah. So some guy can get an eyeful.
And your dress is deliberately made
for the wind to blow up over your knees.
Listen, sister. If you don't want guys
to salute ya, take down your flag.
You're like all other janes.
If a guy makes a pass at ya,
you wanna call out the police.
And if he don't,
you wanna call the army.
- You don't seem to like me.
- I think you're a pain in the neck.
Well, my name is Dorothy Haley.
You ain't kiddin' me a bit.
You're like all the other fellas.
You just have a new line. That's all.
- You'll be making a pass at us yet.
- We'd make a great team-
with my- and your conceit.
- Oh, hello, Edna.
- Hello there,Jane. How are you?
- Hey. My sister's over here. Come over, will ya?
- Okay.
- d Come on, baby d
- Hey. Hey.
- d You want to dd
- Please. Please, will ya?
My nerves.
dd
Hey. Ain't there any other tune
you can almost sing?
You ain't told me your name.
- Joe.
- I used to know a fella named Joe.
He drove a Ford.
Did you ever meet him?
Well, I might've, at that.
No. No.
The guy I knew drove a Chevrolet,
and his name was Fred.
No. It couldn't have
been the same guy.
- Oh, you're quite a kidder.
- Yeah, you're pretty fresh yourself.
Just fresh enough.
Say, what makes you such a grouch?
Janes like you.
You work all day in some store...
and then you rush home to sleep
at night in some stuffy tenement.
And you'll be content to do it
for the rest of your life...
because you're just a good-time girl.
with a lot of saps like that...
yellin' their heads off and thinkin'
they're enjoying themselves.
You ain't got brains
enough to realize...
that now is the time
you oughta be saving your money...
and trying to make something
better of yourself.
- Well, you're here, ain't ya?
- I'm here to get fresh air.
But you notice I ain't spendin'
any dough on you, don't ya?
Not even an ice cream soda.
Say, listen, you big stiff.
If you think I'm worried...
about you buying me an ice cream soda,
you're crazy.
I wouldn't be found dead with ya.
Thanks for bringing me home.
I had a swell time.
Okay.
Well, do you want to see me again?
Oh, I should say not.
But accidents will happen.
Well, I gotta go.
You see, my mother's dead,
and my brother's boss of the house.
He gets sore when I stay out late.
You know, he's careful for me.
But as Edna says,
you can't watch a girl hard enough...
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