Rightly suspected of illicit relations with the Masked Bandit, Flower Belle Lee is run out of Little Bend. On the train she meets con man Cu...更多>
Schoolboy: We was doin' arithmetic on the blackboard when Miss Foster took sick. Flower Belle Lee: Oh, arithmetic... I was always pretty good at figures myself. Judge: Are you trying to show contempt for this court? Flower Belle: No... I'm doin' my best to hide it! Cuthbert J. Twillie: May I present my card? Flower Belle Lee: 'Novelties and Notions.' What kind of notions you got? Cuthbert J. Twillie: You'd be surprised. Some are old, some are new. Whom have I the honor of addressing, m'lady? Flower Belle Lee: Mmm, they call me Flower Belle. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Flower Belle, what a euphonious appellation. Easy on the ears and a banquet for the eyes. Flower Belle Lee: You're kinda cute yourself. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Thank you. I never argue with a lady. Flower Belle Lee: Smart boy. Mrs. Gideon: Ohhh! I hope that wasn't whiskey you were drinking. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Ah, no, dear, just a little sheep dip. Panacea for all stomach ailments. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Tell me, prairie flower, can you give me the inside info on yon damsel with the hothouse cognomen? Mrs. Gideon: Do you mean Miss Flower Belle Lee? Cuthbert J. Twillie: I don't mean some woman out in China. Mrs. Gideon: Well! I'm afraid I can't say anything good about her. Cuthbert J. Twillie: I can see what's good. Tell me the rest. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Come, my phlox, my flower! I have some very definite pear-shaped ideas that I'd like to discuss with thee. Milton: Big chief gottum new squaw? Cuthbert J. Twillie: New is right. She hasn't been unwrapped yet. Cuthbert J. Twillie: During one of my treks through Afghanistan, we lost our corkscrew. Compelled to live on food and water... Gambler: Will you play cards! Cuthbert J. Twillie: - for several days. Flower Belle Lee: Mmm, funny, every man I meet wants to protect me. I can't figure out what from. Cousin Zeb: Uh, is this a game of chance? Cuthbert J. Twillie: Not the way I play it, no. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Sleep! The most beautiful experience in life. Except drink. Barfly drinking straight whiskey: Squawk Mulligan tells me you buried your wife several years ago. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Ah, yes. I had to. She died. Cuthbert J. Twillie:
If a thing is worth having, it's worth cheating for.
Flower Belle Lee: Any time you got nothin' to do and lots of time to do it, come up. Cuthbert J. Twillie: I will be all things to you: father, mother, husband, counselor, japanapes, bartender... Flower Belle Lee: You're offering quite a bundle, honey. Cuthbert J. Twillie: My heart is a bargain today. Will you take me? [she sneaks a look at his satchel full of what she thinks is money] Flower Belle Lee: I'll take you - and how. [giving schoolboys an arithmetic lesson] Flower Belle Lee: Two and two is four and five will get you ten if you know how to work it. Wayne Carter: Spring is the time for love. Flower Belle Lee: What's the matter with the rest of the year? Jeff Badger: And as for that tenderfoot sheriff, why, he couldn't keep his nose out of a bottle long enough to hold up a dog's tail, much less a stagecoach. [last lines - each saying a line associated with the other] Cuthbert J. Twillie: If you get up around the Grampian Hills - why don't you come up and see me sometime? Flower Belle Lee: Ah, yeah, yeah, I'll do that, my little chickadee. Flower Belle Lee: I generally avoid temptation... unless I can't resist it. Mrs. Gideon: Was that chap dragging you across the prairie a full-blooded Indian? Cuthbert J. Twillie: Ah, quite the antithesis. He's very anemic. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Babydoll, these weed-benders have been running off at the mouth... to your detriment. Flower Belle Lee: Hmmm, I ain't surprised. Bad news travels fast. Cuthbert J. Twillie: I understand you need a Cicero and guide. Flower Belle Lee: I need more than that, honey. [she places her arm on the seat back between them - he takes her hand] Cuthbert J. Twillie: Ah, what symmetrical digits! Soft as the fuzz of a baby's arm. Flower Belle Lee: But quick on the trigger. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Mmm, yes. Uh, may I? [kisses her fingers] Flower Belle Lee: Help yourself. Cuthbert J. Twillie: Would you object if I avail myself of a second helping? Flower Belle Lee: Don't you think you're a little forwatd on such short acquaintance? You're compromising me. [to the hotel porter] Cuthbert J. Twillie: By the way, my ski shoes and hockey mask will be up on the next train along with the polo pony. I understand the countryside abounds here with wild game: flamingoes... wine wombats... Indian civets. Flower Belle Lee:
[to Wayne Carter]