Gilda

Mundson: Gilda, are you decent? Gilda: Me? Sure... I'm decent.

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Mundson: Look your best, my beautiful. This will be the casino's first glimpse of you. Gilda: I'll look my very best, Ballin. I want all the hired help to approve of me.

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Mundson: For some reason, she doesn't like you, Johnny... I know my wife... How would she form an instant antagonism like that? It's an odd coincidence, Johnny. Listen to this. She told me she was born the night she met me. All three of us have no pasts, just futures. Isn't that interesting? Johnny: I thought we agreed that women and gambling didn't mix. Mundson: My wife doesn't come under the category of 'women,' Johnny. Johnny: I could have made a mistake. Mundson: You did. Don't make it again. Johnny: It starts already. [He hands back the house key] Mundson: What's this? Johnny: Tact.

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Gilda: I can never get a zipper to close. Maybe that stands for something, what do you think? Mundson: I think you were very rude to him. Gilda: To whom? Mundson: Johnny. Gilda: Was I? Oh, dear. That's one of the things you'll have to teach me, Ballin. Good manners. Mundson: I want you to like him. Gilda: You sure about that? Mundson: What do you mean? Gilda: He's a very attractive man, if you like the type. Mundson: He's a boy. Gilda: Boys have the darndest way of growing up, Ballin. Almost when you're not looking. Mundson: But I'll be looking.

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Johnny: [about Mundson, him, and the cane-dagger] Well, just a few weeks ago, we drank a toast to the three of us. Gilda: Well, who was the third one then? Should I be jealous? Mundson: Hardly darling. Just a friend of mine. Gilda: Is it a 'him' or a 'her'? Mundson: That's a very interesting question. What do you think, Johnny? Johnny: A 'her.' Gilda: Oh! Mundson: Why that conclusion? Johnny: Because it looks like one thing, and then right in front of your eyes, it becomes another thing.

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Gilda: Now isn't this something? It's a small world in Argentina, isn't it? Johnny: Isn't it? Why did you marry him? Gilda: My husband's a very attractive man. Johnny: You don't love him. Gilda: What was that word again, Johnny? Johnny: You married him for his money. Gilda: That happened to come with it. Johnny: Now, that's a great way to make a living. Gilda: That wouldn't be the big pot calling the little kettle black, now would it? Johnny: I was down and out. He picked me up. Put me on my feet. Gilda: Now isn't that an amazing coincidence, Johnny. That's practically the story of my life.

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