Buccaneer's Girl (1950)

Yvonne De Carlo: Deborah McCoy

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• Deborah McCoy : I still think you're making a mistake sending me to a fish fry. My talents belong in the drawing room.

  Mme. Brizar : Ridiculous, child! You can't fly until you've walked.

• Frederic Baptiste : And now you are to entertain me.

  Deborah McCoy : Very well, do I sing, dance, or fight?

  Frederic Baptiste : We decide on the way home.

• Deborah McCoy : [referring to Arlene]  That woman engaged to... I don't believe it!

  Mme. Brizar : Well, for two years everybody else has believed it.

  Deborah McCoy : Two years! Well, he can't love her very much.

  Mme. Brizar : Debbie, for all our sakes forget about Captain Kingston.

  Deborah McCoy : And leave him at the mercy of that ill-tempered witch? I couldn't. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into!

  Mme. Brizar : [sighs]  Doesn't that apply to most husbands?

• Bertram, Pirate : Afternoon, Miss Debbie.

  Deborah McCoy : Good afternoon, Bertram.

  Deborah McCoy : [to Baptiste]  He's been telling me about his sister. I remind him of her.

  Frederic Baptiste : He never had a sister.

  Deborah McCoy : Oh, the poor fellow. He's had such a sad life!

  Frederic Baptiste : He's had the kind of life he wants. So have I - up to now!

• Arlene Villon : [slaps Deborah]  Guttersnipe!

  Deborah McCoy : [slaps Arlene]  Cow!

• Deborah McCoy : I wouldn't have your husband on a salad with dressing!

  Vegetable Woman : He's good enough for me, but he's not good enough for you!

  Deborah McCoy : Well, then you can have him!

• Vegetable Man : Mama, I swear I never saw her before!

  Vegetable Woman : After 20 years you keep a woman in the vegetable closet!

  Vegetable Man : It isn't true - after 20 years I didn't!

  Deborah McCoy : I never saw your husband before in my life! I slept in there last night because I had no place else to go.

  Vegetable Woman : Liar!

  Deborah McCoy : Hag!

• [Arlene Villon and a dowager are deliberately ignoring and interrupting Debbie's musical number] 

  Deborah McCoy : Will those two ladies please get out of here and stop disturbing my song!

  Dowager : Can that creature be shouting at us?

  Deborah McCoy : I can and I am!

• Mme. Brizar : Another month and you might be ready for a gentleman's party.

  Deborah McCoy : A man is no different because of his clothes.

  Mme. Brizar : Gentlemen prefer another type of girl - a slouchier, more indifferent type. Practice looking slouchy and indifferent.

• Mme. Brizar : After your song there will, of course, be applause and then no doubt you will be summoned to the table of your host - Captain Kingston. Now, I will be Captain Kingston.

  [Mme. Brizar puts on a hat and pretends to be Captain Kingston] 

  Deborah McCoy : Good evening, Captain. How about buying me a drink?

  Mme. Brizar : No, no, no, no, no, the approach is much to abrupt.

  Deborah McCoy : Well, it always worked before.

  Mme. Brizar : Well, maybe in your prosaic Boston, but here in New Orleans the gentlemen prefer a more roundabout course, especially Captain Kingston. He's a great favorite with our first families.

  Deborah McCoy : That guarantees he'll be a first-class bore.

• [Debbie practices a musical number in front of Mme. Brizar] 

  Deborah McCoy : Well, do you approve?

  Mme. Brizar : Not bad, not bad. A few minor corrections. Not bad at all. Oh, a little too much rouge, perhaps. Monsieur Narbonne prefers a pale appearance.

  Deborah McCoy : It's not rouge and I don't intend to stick my face in a flour barrel just to please Monsieur Narbonne.

  Mme. Brizar : Debbie, please remember when I found you, you had your face in a vegetable bin.

• Frederic Baptiste : Charming! You would've been wasted in the Tortugas.

  Deborah McCoy : You're very kind, sir, but it's no thanks to you that I'm not there now.

• Arlene Villon : Get out of here, you dressed up scullery maid!

  Deborah McCoy : Oh, so we're going to talk about clothes, are we? Then lets start with that dress.

  Arlene Villon : How dare you!

  Deborah McCoy : Why not? I wore it before you did.

  Arlene Villon : This dress came from Paris.

  Deborah McCoy : So Captain Kingston told me. But I didn't like it - much too gauche.

  Arlene Villon : Liar!

  Deborah McCoy : I seem to remember having put my foot through the inner hem, but you'll find it quite neatly mended.

• Deborah McCoy : I disgraced you thoroughly. Well, go on, say it. The best client you ever had and I...

  Mme. Brizar : Did just what I always wanted to do.

  Deborah McCoy : Why, madame.

  Mme. Brizar : How often, when I was a young singer, did I feel just the same way. But slapping the face of the governor's niece?

  Deborah McCoy : Oh, no.

  Mme. Brizar : Oh, yes.

  Deborah McCoy : Well, I don't care if she's his mother. She deserved it.

• Deborah McCoy : Why did you ruin my song?

  Arlene Villon : Your manners, my girl, need correction!

  Deborah McCoy : Manners! Is it manners to talk while you're being entertained and to walk out in the middle of a song?

  Arlene Villon : I am not accustomed to such impudence. Kindly leave the room!

  Deborah McCoy : And I am not accustomed to the rude behavior of an ill-mannered snob.

• Mme. Brizar : We've had an anxious day, Captain, wondering if it would be you or the police who would call on us. I haven't even let Debbie unpack.

  Frederic Baptiste : It's safe for her to do so, but I'm here to ask her not to.

  Deborah McCoy : Why not? Does my presence in New Orleans embarrass you?

  Frederic Baptiste : On the contrary. New Orleans itself embarrasses me. Therefore, I'm sailing immediately and want you to go with me.

  Deborah McCoy : Won't that be a little awkward - you and I and Madame Narbonne?

  Frederic Baptiste : Then, you know.

  Deborah McCoy : Yes, Madame Brizar was kind enough to tell me.

  Mme. Brizar : At which point I discovered that even a woman doesn't understand women. They're very unpredictable creatures, as you're about to find out.

• Frederic Baptiste : Debbie, I don't think you understand. There's nothing to stop us now. I'm ready to turn the ship around and keep on sailing.

  Deborah McCoy : So now you're ready? Well, I'm not! When you thought you could have Mademoiselle Villon, you didn't want me. Well, now that you can't have her, I don't want you!

  Frederic Baptiste : I came here, Debbie, because I discovered that it wasn't Mademoiselle Villon that I loved - it was you.

  Deborah McCoy : And I've discovered that I want no part of you. I wasn't good enough for you and your friends last night. Well, they're not good enough for me today!

• Deborah McCoy : What can you do about this being our last night out?

  Frederic Baptiste : All voyages must end sometime.

  Deborah McCoy : Why? You could just turn this ship around and keep sailing.

  Frederic Baptiste : You forget my friends at the Seamen's Fund and my business with them.

  Deborah McCoy : To say nothing of Mademoiselle Villon and your business with her.

  Frederic Baptiste : That too, Debbie. I'd hoped you'd understand.

  Deborah McCoy : I don't at all. But I know what you're going to say - what you've been leading up to for the past three days. Correct me if I'm wrong but doesn't it go something like this: "Debbie, this is a difficult moment for both of us but one we have to face. Now, being together these past few months has made us forget everyone but ourselves and led us to believe that everything has changed. But tomorrow we land in New Orleans, we meet our old friends, and discover that nothing has changed, least of all my feeling toward Mademoiselle Villon."

  Frederic Baptiste : That doesn't sound very pretty.

  Deborah McCoy : Perhaps you could make it sound more attractive.

  Frederic Baptiste : No. No matter what words I use, the meaning would be the same. I'm sorry, Debbie. I... I hope you'll forgive me.

  Deborah McCoy : And I hope that you... that you'll be very happy.