What it comes down to is this: the grocer, the butcher, the baker, the merchant, the landlord, the druggist, the liquor dealer, th...e policeman, the doctor, the city father and the politician--these are the people who make money out of prostitution, these are the real reapers of the wages of sin.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
to become a pimp Or deal in fake jewelry or ruin a fine tenor voice... For effects that bring down the house could happen to all But the best and the worst of us . . .LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I had very good dentures once. Some magnificent gold work. It's the only form of jewelry a man can wear that women fully appreciat...e.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
John Robie: And jewelry--you never wear any. Frances Stevens: I don't like cold things touching my skin.... John Robie: Why don't you invent some hot diamonds? Frances Stevens: I'd rather spend my money on more tangible excitement. John Robie: Tell me, what do you get a thrill out of most? Frances Stevens: I'm still looking for that one. He has ... a very good opinion of himself, which can by no means be considered a failing, for if a man does not esteem himself, he would certainly be very silly to expect the esteem of others. And although he is also well convinced of the importance of self-esteem, there is, perhaps, no one who more heartily detests open flattery than he does, and yet, strange to say, it sometimes sounds very pleasant to his ears; it puts him in such good humor with himself, and of course, with all about him, that he seems like quite another being while under its agreeable influence.... Now, I do not mean that he entertains an exalted opinion of his talents or acquirements, but merely that he thinks himself possessed of a good share of common sense, by which is meant a sound practical judgment of what is correct in the common affairs of life.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Whether we are New Dealer, Old Dealer, Liberty Leaguer or Red, whether we agree or not, we still have the right to think and speak... how we feel.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I think I could . . . if I'd been different, or wise, or calm,... I think I could have charmed the table, the stained dish or the hand of the dealer. But it's done. It's all used up.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Dearest dealer, I with my royal straight flush,... love you so for your wild card, that untamable, eternal, gut-driven, ha-ha and lucky love.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Uncle Charlie: The cities are full of women, middle-aged widows, husbands dead, husbands who've spent their lives making fortunes,... working and working. And then they die and leave their money to their wives, their silly wives. And what do the wives do, these useless women? You see them in the hotels, the best hotels, every day by the thousands. Drinking the money, eating the money, losing the money at bridge. Playing all day and all night. Smelling of money. Proud of their jewelry but of nothing else. Horrible. Faded, fat, greedy women. Charlie (his niece): They're alive. They're human beings! Uncle Charlie: Are they? Are they, Charlie? Are they human or are they fat, wheezing animals? Hmmm? And what happens to animals when they get too fat and too old?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »