advertisement [Trixie comes upon one of her girls, a blonde, looking through her purse for her gin flask] Trixie Snell: You'd forget your rosy cheeks if they weren't slapped on with a paintbrush! Blonde: I know I had it when I was with that traveling man last night. Trixie Snell: Well, did you look in the First National? [Blonde lifts up her skirt to check one of her garters. It is not there] Trixie Snell: Well, try the other branch, ya simp. Jerry Royal: Heaven help a sailor on a night like this. Dale Jordan: I thought you said you'd sworn off on sailors. Jerry Royal: Well, a girl's gotta have some practice. Some of those sailors are pretty good. At practice. Jerry Royal: You can't make a silk purse out of a horse's... neck.