His Girl Friday (1940)

Rosalind Russell: Hildy Johnson

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• Hildy Johnson : I suppose I proposed to you?

  Walter Burns : Well, you practically did, making goo-goo eyes at me for two years until I broke down.

  [impersonates Hildy, flutters his eyelashes] 

  Walter Burns : "Oh, Walter." And I still claim I was tight the night I proposed to you. If you had been a gentleman, you would have forgotten all about it. But not you!

  Hildy Johnson : [hurls her purse at him]  Why, you! !...

  Walter Burns : [ducks and her purse barely misses him]  You're losing your eye. You used to be able to pitch better than that.

• Sheriff Hartwell : Aiding an escaped criminal and a little charge of kidnapping.

  Fred, the Mayor : Well, looks like about ten years a piece for you two birds.

  Walter Burns : Does it?

  [unimpressed] 

  Hildy Johnson : If you think you've got The Morning Post licked it's time for you to get out of town.

  Fred, the Mayor : Whistling in the dark. Well that isn't going to help you this time. You're through.

  Walter Burns : Listen the last man that said that to me was Archie Leach just a week before he cut his throat.

• Hildy Johnson : Walter, you're wonderful, in a loathsome sort of way.

• Louis : What's the matter, Hildy?

  Hildy Johnson : Don't give me that innocent stuff! What did you pull on Mr. Baldwin THIS time?

  Louis : Who, me?

  Hildy Johnson : Yes, you and that albino of yours!

  Louis : You talkin' about Evangeline?

  Hildy Johnson : None other!

  Louis : She ain't no albino.

  Hildy Johnson : She'll do till one comes along!

  Louis : She was born right here in this country!

• Hildy Johnson : [speaking to Walter on the phone]  Now, get this, you double-crossing chimpanzee: There ain't gonna be an interview, and there ain't gonna be a story. And that certified check of yours is leaving here with me in twenty minutes. I wouldn't cover the burning of Rome for you if they were just lighting it up. If I ever lay my two eyes on you again, I'm gonna walk right up to you and hammer on that monkey skull of yours 'til it rings like a Chinese gong!

• Hildy Johnson : A big fat lummox like you hiring an airplane to write: "Hildy, don't be hasty. Remember my dimple. Walter." Delayed our divorce 20 minutes while the judge went out and watched it.

• Hildy Johnson : [Hildy's on the phone telling Walter how Earl Williams escsaped]  Of course he had to have a gun to re-enact the crime with. And who do you think supplied it? Peter B. Hartwell. B For brains.

• Walter Burns : What do you think I am, a crook?

  Hildy Johnson : Yes.

• Walter Burns : [On the phone with Duffy; Walter and Hildy are getting remarried and going to Niagara Falls on their honeymoon]  What? A strike? What strike? Where? Albany? Well, I know it's on the way, Duffy, but I can't ask Hildy to...

  Hildy Johnson : All right, we'll honeymoon in Albany.

  Walter Burns : Okay, Duffy.

  [to Hildy] 

  Walter Burns : Well, isn't that a coincidence, we're going to Albany! I wonder if Bruce can put us up.

• Walter Burns : There's been a lamp burning in the window for ya, honey... here.

  Hildy Johnson : Oh, I jumped out that window a long time ago.

• Walter Burns : Look, Hildy, I only acted like any husband that didn't want to see his home broken up.

  Hildy Johnson : What home?

  Walter Burns : "What home"? Don't you remember the home I promised you?

• Hildy Johnson : Walter!

  Walter Burns : What?

  Hildy Johnson : The mayor's first wife, what was her name?

  Walter Burns : You mean the one with the wart on her?

  Hildy Johnson : Right.

  Walter Burns : Fanny!

• Hildy Johnson : [speaking of her fiance]  He forgets the office when he's with me. He doesn't treat me like an errand boy, either, Walter. He treats me like a woman.

  Walter Burns : Oh he does, does he? Mm-hmm... how did I treat you? Like a water buffalo?

• Walter Burns : Sorta wish you hadn't done that, Hildy.

  Hildy Johnson : Done what?

  Walter Burns : Divorced me. Makes a fella lose all faith in himself. Gives him a... almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted.

  Hildy Johnson : Oh, now look, junior... that's what divorces are FOR!

• Walter Burns : What were you when you came here five years ago - a little college girl from a school of journalism. I took a doll-faced hick...

  Hildy Johnson : Well, you wouldn't take me if I hadn't been doll-faced.

  Walter Burns : Well, why should I? I thought it would be a novelty to have a face around here a man could look at without shuddering.

• Hildy Johnson : [speaking to Walter on the phone]  Did you hear that? That's the story I just wrote. Yes, yes, I know we had a bargain. I just said I'd write it, I didn't say I wouldn't tear it up! It's all in little pieces now, Walter, and I hope to do the same for you some day!

  [hangs up emphatically] 

  Hildy Johnson : [to the other reporters]  And that, my friends, is my farewell to the newspaper game.

• Walter Burns : Let's see this paragon! Is he as good as you say?

  Hildy Johnson : Why, he's better!

  Walter Burns : Well then, what does he want with you?

  Hildy Johnson : Ah-ha-ha, now you got me!

• Hildy Johnson : [speaking on the phone to Bruce]  There's an old newspaper superstition that the first big check you get, you put in the lining of your hat. In your hat! It brings good luck.

  Murphy : I've been a reporter for 20 years - I never heard that before.

  Hildy Johnson : [to Murphy]  Neither did I.

• Hildy Johnson : All I know is that instead of two weeks in Atlantic City with my bridegroom, I spent two weeks in a coal mine with John Krupsky. You don't deny that, do you Walter?

  Walter Burns : Deny it? I'm proud of it. We beat the whole country on that story.

  Hildy Johnson : [shouting]  Well, suppose we did. That isn't what I got married for!

• Walter Burns : We've been in worse jams than this, haven't we, Hildy?

  Hildy Johnson : Nope.

• Bensinger : Are we invited to the wedding?

  Hildy Johnson : Well, I might use you for a bridesmaid, Roy.

• Walter Burns : Louie, take the lady over to Polack Mike's.

  Louis : My name's Louie Peluso.

  [Picks up Bruce Baldwin's mother, carries her over his shoulder] 

  Walter Burns : Lock her up! See that she doesn't talk to anyone.

  Hildy Johnson : You can't do this!

  Louis : What'll I tell 'em?

  Walter Burns : Tell 'em its a case of DTs.

  Hildy Johnson : Don't worry Mother. This is only temporary!

• Walter Burns : Bruce, I, uh... let me get this straight. I must have misunderstood you. You mean you're taking the sleeper today and then getting married tomorrow?

  Bruce Baldwin : Oh, well, it's not like that.

  Walter Burns : Well, what's it like?

  Hildy Johnson : Poor Walter. He'll toss and turn all night. Perhaps we better tell him Mother's coming along, too.

  Walter Burns : [to Hildy]  Mother? Why, your mother kicked the bucket!

  Bruce Baldwin : No, my mother - my mother.

  Walter Burns : Oh, your mother. Oh, well, that relieves my mind.

  Hildy Johnson : [to Walter]  It was cruel of us to let you suffer that way.

  [to Bruce] 

  Hildy Johnson : Isn't Walter sweet? Always wanting to protect me.

• Walter Burns : You've got the brain of a pancake. This isn't just a story you're covering - it's a revolution. This is the greatest yarn in journalism since Livingstone discovered Stanley.

  Hildy Johnson : It's the other way around.

  Walter Burns : Oh, well, don't get technical at a time like this.

• Hildy Johnson : Take your hands off me! What are you playing - osteopath?

• Hildy Johnson : He's kind and he's sweet and he's considerate. He wants a home and children.

  Walter Burns : Sounds more like a guy I ought to marry.

• Bruce Baldwin : [Speaking of Walter]  You know, Hildy, he's not such a bad fellow.

  Hildy Johnson : No, he should make some girl real happy.

  Bruce Baldwin : Uh-huh.

  Hildy Johnson : [Under her breath]  Slap-happy.

  Bruce Baldwin : He's not the man for you. I can see that. But I sort of like him. He's got a lot of charm.

  Hildy Johnson : Well, he comes by it naturally - his grandfather was a snake.

• Sanders : Where'd ya get the hat?

  Hildy Johnson : Hey! I paid twelve bucks for that hat.

• Walter Burns : Did you see me in your dreams?

  Hildy Johnson : Oh, no. Mama doesn't dream about you any more, Walter. You wouldn't know the old girl now.

  Walter Burns : Oh, yes I would. I'd know you anytime...

  Walter Burns , Hildy Johnson : Any place...

  Hildy Johnson : Anywhere. Aw, you're repeating yourself, Walter. That's the speech you made the night you proposed.

  Walter Burns : Yes, I notice you still remember.

  Hildy Johnson : Of course, I remember it. If I didn't remember it I wouldn't have divorced you.

• Hildy Johnson : The paper's gonna have to get along without me. So are you! It just didn't work out, Walter.

  Walter Burns : Well, it would have worked out if you had been satisfied with just being editor and reporter; but, not you, you had to marry me! Spoil everything.

• Walter Burns : You can get married all you want, Hildy, but you can't quit the newspaper business.

  Hildy Johnson : Well, why not?

  Walter Burns : I know you, Hildy. I know what quitting would mean to you!

  Hildy Johnson : What would it mean?

  Walter Burns : It would kill ya!

  Hildy Johnson : You can't sell me that, Walter Burns.

  Walter Burns : Who says I can't? You're a newspaper man!

  Hildy Johnson : That's why I'm quitting! I want to go someplace where I can be a woman.

• Walter Burns : Well, Bruce, you see, I thought... You don't mind if I call you Bruce, do you? After all, we're practically related.

  Bruce Baldwin : Oh, not at all.

  Walter Burns : You see, my wife, that is, your wife, I mean, Hildy, oh Hildy, you led me to expect you were marrying a much older man.

  Hildy Johnson : Oh, really? What did I say that led you to expect that...

  Walter Burns : Oh, don't worry about it. I realize that you didn't mean old in years.

• Hildy Johnson : What is the lowdown on it?

  Walter Burns : Oh, it's simple, honey. A poor little dope who lost his job and went berserk and shot a cop who was coming after him to quiet him down. And now they're going to hang him tomorrow.

  Hildy Johnson : Oh, what a shame.

  Bruce Baldwin : Your paper, you've been taking his side, haven't you?

  Walter Burns : Mmm-hmm.

  Bruce Baldwin : Well, if he was out of his mind when he did it, why doesn't the State just put him away?

  Walter Burns : Because it happened to be a colored policeman. You know what that means, Hildy.

  Hildy Johnson : Mmm-hmm. The colored votes very important in this town.

  Walter Burns : Yeah, especially with an election coming up in three or four days.

  Hildy Johnson : That Mayor, he'd hang his own grandmother to be reelected.

• Hildy Johnson : You write the interview yourself. You're still a good reporter.

  Walter Burns : Oh, Hildy, you know I can't write that kind of thing. It takes a woman's touch. It needs that heart...

  Hildy Johnson : Now, don't get poetic, Walter. Get Sweeney. He's the best man you've got on the paper for that sob-sister stuff.

  Walter Burns : Poor Sweeney. Duffy just told me his wife finally had twins. Isn't that terrible. Well, Sweeney went out to celebrate and now we can't find him any more. So, Sweeney has twins and Earl Williams gets hanged tomorrow.

• Hildy Johnson : [Walter offers to buy a life insurance policy from Bruce]  How long would it take to get him examined?

  Bruce Baldwin : Why, I could get a company doctor here in 20 minutes.

  Hildy Johnson : [Walter interrupts]  You keep out of this. All right, Bruce, suppose you have Mr. Burns examined over in his office and see what they'll allow on that old carcass of his. If his...

  Walter Burns : Say, I'm better than I ever was.

  Hildy Johnson : It was never anything to brag about.

• Hildy Johnson : By the way, I think you ought to make that a certified check.

  Walter Burns : What do you think I am? A crook?

  Hildy Johnson : Yes. No certified check, no story. Get me?

  Walter Burns : It'll be certified. Want my fingerprints?

  Hildy Johnson : No, thanks. I've still got those.

• Hildy Johnson : I'm getting married tomorrow.

  Bensinger : What, again? Are we invited to the wedding?

  Hildy Johnson : Well, I might need you for a bridesmaid, Roy.

• Louis : You better give me a receipt.

  Hildy Johnson : I'll give you a scar.

• Sheriff Hartwell : Now, look here Johnson, I'm going to get to the bottom of this. Are you going to talk or aren't you?

  Hildy Johnson : Well, what do you want me to say?

  Sheriff Hartwell : What do you know about Williams?

  Hildy Johnson : What do you know about Williams?

  Sheriff Hartwell : Now, we're getting somewh - All right, boys, take her outta here.

• Fred, the Mayor : [With Hildy and Walter in handcuffs the Mayor is threatening them with jailtime]  It looks like about 10 years for you jailbirds.

  Walter Burns : Does it?

  Hildy Johnson : When it looks like you've got the Morning Post licked it's time for you to get out of town.

  Fred, the Mayor : Whistling in the dark. That's not going to help you this time. You're through.

  Walter Burns : Listen. The last man to say that to me was Archie Leach just the week before he cut his throat.

• Hildy Johnson : [to Walter]  Listen to me, you great big bubble-headed baboon!

• Walter Burns : Well well... how long is it?

  Hildy Johnson : How long is what?

  Walter Burns : You know what. How long is it since we've seen each other?

  Hildy Johnson : Oh, well, let's see. I spent six weeks in Reno, then Bermuda. Oh, about four months, I guess. Seems like yesterday to me.

  Walter Burns : Been seeing me in your dreams?

• Hildy Johnson : Tell me, is the lord of the university in yet?

  Ruth - Telephone Operator : Yes, he is.

  Maisie - Telephone Operator : In a bad humor.

  Ruth - Telephone Operator : Somebody must have stolen the Crown Jewels.

  Maisie - Telephone Operator : Shall we announce you?

  Hildy Johnson : Oh no, I'll blow my own horn.

• Hildy Johnson : Now, listen, Walter, you are no longer my husband and no longer my boss. And you're not going to be my boss!

  Walter Burns : What's that supposed to mean?

  Hildy Johnson : Just what I say.

  Walter Burns : You mean you're not coming back to work on the paper?

  Hildy Johnson : You are right, Mr. Burns, for the first time today.

  Walter Burns : Oh, got a better offer, huh?

  Hildy Johnson : You bet I got a better offer.

• Walter Burns : Look, darling, this will bring us back together again. Just the way we used to be.

  Hildy Johnson : That's just what I'm afraid of! "Any time, any place, anywhere."

  Walter Burns : Don't mock me. This is bigger than anything that ever happened to us. Don't do it for me. Do it for the paper!

  Hildy Johnson : Scram, Svengali!

• Walter Burns : Traitor!

  Hildy Johnson : A traitor? A traitor to what?

  Walter Burns : A traitor to journalism! You're a journalist, Hildy!

  Hildy Johnson : A journalist? Now, what does that mean? Peeking through keyholes, chasing after fire engines, waking people up in the middle of the night and ask them if Hitler's gonna start another war, stealing pictures off old ladies? I know all about reporters, Walter. A lot of daffy buttinskies runnin' around without a nickel in their pocket and for what? So, a million hired girls and motorman's wives will know what's going on?

• Walter Burns : What's his name?

  Hildy Johnson : Baldwin. Bruce Baldwin.

  Walter Burns : Baldwin. Baldwin. Baldwin. Oh, I knew a Baldwin once. A horse thief in Mississippi. He couldn't be the same fellow, could he?

  Hildy Johnson : You're not talking about the man I'm marrying tomorrow.

• Bruce Baldwin : Things have been different for me ever since I met Hildy. I've never met anyone quite like her before. Everybody else I've ever known, well, you could always tell ahead of time what they were going to say or do. But, Hildy's not like that. You can't tell that about her. And that's nice.

  Walter Burns : Yes. Well, you're getting something else too, Bruce. You're getting a great newspaper man!

  Hildy Johnson : No orchids, Walter.

  Walter Burns : One of the best I ever knew. Sorry to see her go. Darn sorry, Hildy.

• Hildy Johnson : What an act! I just remembered. Sweeney was only married four months ago.

  Walter Burns : All right, Hildy, you win. I'm licked.

  Bruce Baldwin : Then, Mr. Sweeney didn't have twins?

  Hildy Johnson : No, indeed. The twins were Walter's. All his.

  Walter Burns : Oh, it was nothing.

• Hildy Johnson : Come on, Molly. Let's get outta here.

  Molly Malloy : They ain't human!

  Hildy Johnson : I know, they're newspapermen.

  Molly Malloy : All they've been doin' is lyin'! All they've been doin' is rotten lies!

• Hildy Johnson : And that my friends, is my farewell to the newspaper game! I'm going to be a woman; not a news-getting machine. I'm gonna have babies and take care of them and give them cod liver oil and watch their teeth grow and - and, oh dear, if I ever see one of them look at a newspaper again, I'm going to brain 'em!

• Hildy Johnson : The next time you see me, I shall be riding in a Rolls Royce giving interviews on success.

  Murphy , McCue, reporter , Wilson, reporter , Bensinger , Endicott : Goodbye.

  Hildy Johnson : So long, you wage slaves.

  Murphy , McCue, reporter , Wilson, reporter , Bensinger , Endicott : Bye.

  Hildy Johnson : Well, when you're climbing up fire escapes and getting kicked out of front doors and eating Christmas dinners at one-arm joints - don't forget your pal, Hildy Johnson.

• Hildy Johnson : [on the phone]  Walter, listen, I got a whole story on how Williams got that gun and escaped and I've got it exclusive. Yeah. Yeah and that's right and it's a pip!

• Hildy Johnson : I covered your story for you and I got in a fine mess doing. Now, I'm getting out!

  Walter Burns : You drooling idiot, what do you mean you're getting out?

  Hildy Johnson : I - just what I said!

  Walter Burns : There are 365 days in a year one can get mad. How many times have you got a murderer locked up in a desk? Once in a lifetime! Hildy, you got the whole city by the seat of the pants.

• Sheriff Hartwell : Johnson, you're under arrest.

  Hildy Johnson : Why?

  Sheriff Hartwell : And you too, Burns!

  Walter Burns : Who's under arrest? Listen you insignificant, square-toed, pimple-headed spy! You realize what you're doing?

  Sheriff Hartwell : I'll show you what I'm doing. Burns you're obstructing justice and so is The Morning Post and I'm going to see that you're fined $10,000!