Joe «Josephine»

— There are two things I will not put up with during working hours: liquor and men.
— Men?
— Don't worry about that.
— We wouldn't be caught dead with men! Rough, hairy beasts with eight hands! And they all just want one thing from a girl!
— I beg your pardon, miss!

— Nellie baby, what are you doin' tonight?
— Tonight? Why?
— Cos I've got some plans.
— I'm not doing anything.
— Really?
— I just thought I'd go home and have some cold pizza.
— Then you'll be in all evening?
— Yes, Joe.
— Good. Then you won't be needing your car.
— My car? Why, you...

— What do you want from me? My head on a plate?
— No, your bass. If we hock that and my sax...
— Are you crazy? We're up the creek and you wanna hock the paddle.

— It's Shell Oil.
— No!
— Yes!
— He wants to have supper with me on his yacht. He's picking me up at the pier.
— No!
— Yes.
— You heard her — yes.
— Josephine, just imagine. Me, Sugar Kowalczyk from Sandusky, Ohio, on a millionaire's yacht. If my mother could only see me now.
— I hope my mother never finds out.

— Like fallin' into a tub of butter.
— Watch it, Daphne.
— When I was a kid, Joe, I dreamed I was locked up overnight in a pastry shop. And there was goodies all around. Jelly rolls, mocha eclairs and Boston cream pie and cherry tarts...
— Listen to me: no butter, no pastry. We're on a diet.

— Jerry boy, why paint everyzhing black? Suppose you got hit by a truck? Suppose the stock market crashes? Suppose Mary Pickford divorces Douglas Fairbanks? Suppose the Dodgers leave Brooklyn?
— Joe...
— Suppose Lake Michigan overflows?
— Well, don't look now, but the whole town is underwater.

— You're gonna be on the boat with that dirty old man?
— No. I'm going to be on the boat with Sugar.
— Well, where's he gonna be?
— He's gonna be ashore with you.
— With me?
— That's right.
— Oh, no. Not tonight, Josephine.