— We can't get married at all.
— Why not?
— Well, in the first place, I'm not a natural blonde.
— Doesn't matter.
— I smoke. I smoke all the time.
— I don't care.
— Well, I have a terrible past. For three years now, I've been living with a saxophone player.
— I forgive you.
— I can never have children.
— We can adopt some.
— But you don't understand, Osgood. Uh, I'm a man.
— Well, nobody's perfect.
— I'm Osgood Fielding the Third.
— I'm Cinderella the Second.
— You will come and hear us play?
— If it's at all possible.
— Do come. It'll be such fun. And bring your yacht.
— Can't make an omelette without breakin' an egg.
— What's with the omelette?
— Nag, nag, nag. We got a yacht, a bracelet, you've got Osgood, I've got Sugar. We'll be cookin'.
— Joe!
— What?
— Something tells me the omelette is about to hit the fan...
— They don't care. You're wearing a skirt. It's like waving a red flag to a bull.
— I'm sick of being the flag. l wanna be a bull again.
— 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.
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