Cairo (1942)

Jeanette MacDonald: Marcia Warren

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• Homer Smith : Have you ever been in San Francisco?

  Marcia Warren : Yes, once with Gable and Tracy - and the joint fell apart!

• Marcia Warren : This room positively reeks of cheap, vulgar perfume.

  Homer Smith : Well, it's yours.

  Marcia Warren : Oh.

  Homer Smith : I spilled it on me.

  Marcia Warren : [he sneezes]  Bless you.

  Homer Smith : Thanks. I guess I must be catching cold. I'm soaking wet.

  Marcia Warren : I haven't *that* much perfume.

  Homer Smith : No, it's from standing under the shower.

  Marcia Warren : With your clothes on?

  Homer Smith : Well, I was putting out the fire.

  Marcia Warren : [doubtingly]  What fire?

  Homer Smith : The one I started in here.

  Marcia Warren : The shower's not in here.

  Homer Smith : No, I carried the fire into the bathroom.

  Marcia Warren : [condescendingly]  I see.

• Marcia Warren : Tell me, Mr. uh...

  Homer Smith : Jones.

  Marcia Warren : Couldn't you do better than that? You might as well have said Smith.

  Homer Smith : No, it is Jones. Uh, eh, Juniper Jones.

• Marcia Warren : Uh, tell me, uh, Mr. Jones, what part of America are you from?

  Homer Smith : California.

  Marcia Warren : Weeeelll! Southern California?

  Homer Smith : Nooo! Northern California.

  Marcia Warren : Ohhh.

  Homer Smith : Whadda you mean, oh?

  Marcia Warren : I mean, oh - you come from Northern California not Southern California.

  Homer Smith : Well, you sound as if there's something wrong about coming from Northern California instead of Southern California.

• Marcia Warren , Homer Smith : Do you drink a lot?

  Homer Smith : I never touch alcoholic liquor.

• Marcia Warren : Frisco, huh, you can have it.

  Homer Smith : Don't you call it Frisco - it's San FRANcisco.

  Marcia Warren : Frisco!

  Homer Smith : San FRANcisco.

  Marcia Warren : Frisco!

  Homer Smith : San FRANcisco.

  Marcia Warren : Frisco!

  Homer Smith : San FRANcisco.

  [Fades out as Cleona closes the door] 

  Cleona Jones : [to waiting butler applicants downstairs]  You gentlemen can all return to the central casting. We've got just the man we've been looking for.

• Homer Smith : Sunshine! Sunshine! Sunshine! Day in and day out. It stupefies your brain. It thins out your blood. It, it withers everything it touches.

  Marcia Warren : Hasn't withered Lana Turner.

• Homer Smith : Southern California, the desert of human thought. Fruit without flavor. Flowers that don't smell.

  Marcia Warren : You don't have that trouble up north - everything smells. Fog! Fog! Day in and day out. Straightens out your hair like it's been pressed. Fog in your lungs. Fog in your clothes. Dripping off the building!

  Homer Smith : It's romantic!

  Marcia Warren : Oh, what's romantic about not being able to see your hand in front of your face? You can't tell whether you're on the street or a Turkish bath.

• Marcia Warren : Who do you think you're kidding, bub?

  Homer Smith : Kidding?

  Marcia Warren : Oh, stop it. You're awful. If there's anything you learn from making musical pictures it's how to recognize BAD acting.

• Marcia Warren : It's not uncommon, you know, for people to live where they work.

• Ahmed Ben Hassan : [after Marcia Warren screams when she sees a white mouse on the floor of a shop]  Are you in the habit of screaming a perfect high C?

  Marcia Warren : I have every reason to scream. And I don't scream flat. Are you in the habit of letting those little beasts run all over your customers?

  Ahmed Ben Hassan : I prefer them to most of my customers.

• Marcia Warren : Tell me now, what made you think I'd be insane enough to think you were British?

  Homer Smith : Well, I thought there'd be a better chance of getting a job.

• Marcia Warren : You are Philo Cobson, the British intelligence says so.

  Homer Smith : That's a lie. British intelligence says you're head of the big six.

  Marcia Warren : What's the big six?

  Homer Smith : Oh, as if you didn't know.

• Marcia Warren : Now, let me guess what you wanted to see me about. Yes, I would be very happy to sing for the soldiers. Where and when?

  Col. Woodhue : Oh, we don't bother asking you anymore, Miss Warren - we just assign you.

• Marcia Warren : [Sniffing]  Have you a woman accomplice with you?

  Homer Smith : Not that I know of.

  Marcia Warren : This room positively wreaks of cheap, vulgar perfume.

  Homer Smith : Well, it's yours.

  Marcia Warren : Oh!

  Homer Smith : I spilled it on me.

• Marcia Warren : Then, who's Cobson?

  Homer Smith : He's from British intelligence. He told me so himself.

  Marcia Warren : Where, on that raft?

  Homer Smith : No, just after we captured the Italian soldiers.

  Marcia Warren : That's it, brother.

• Marcia Warren : You think you can confuse me by calling me a Nazi, you Nazi.

  Homer Smith : Don't you call me a Nazi, you Nazi.

• Marcia Warren : You mean to say you're not Philo Cobson?

  Homer Smith : Oh, Cobson, Cobson, I wish I'd never let him on my raft.

  Marcia Warren : Oh, a raft?

  Homer Smith : That's where I met him - on a raft in the Mediterranean.

  Marcia Warren : Tell me honestly - are you Yehoodi?

  Homer Smith : [Not laughing]  Hah! Hah! Hah! I'm Homer Smith from Cavity Rock, California.

  Marcia Warren : [Not laughing]  Ah, hah, hah.

• Marcia Warren : He won't go out if we don't go out. And we can't go out if he doesn't go out. But, if we won't go out unless he goes out, maybe he'll go out.

  Cleona Jones : Miss Warren, I think you better take a nice warm bath and lay down.

• Marcia Warren : But he's not English.

  Col. Woodhue : Well, whatever his nationality, we suspect him to be Philo Cobson, a well-known and dangerous Nazi agent.

• Cleona Jones : Miss Warren, I've got a confession to make. I'm the biggest coward in the world.

  Marcia Warren : No you're not. You're next to the biggest.

• Cleona Jones : What is he doing, Miss Warren.

  Marcia Warren : I don't know. Looks like he's trying to commit hari-kari.

• Marcia Warren : Look, Juniper, or Homer, I'm not a spy, believe me. In the first place, the Screen Actors Guild wouldn't stand for it.

• Homer Smith : It wouldn't look right for you to go walking with a butler.

  Marcia Warren : You're no butler.

• Marcia Warren : Uh, have you an old operation that's bothering you?

  Homer Smith : Oh, heh, it's my money belt. I... keep my money in it.

  Marcia Warren : [to Cleona]  Well, that settles it. If I met an absolute stranger and he wore a money belt, I'd know he was a spy.

• Col. Woodhue : If you've got any doubts, watch him react to this.

  [He clicks his heels together and takes Marcia's hand to kiss it] 

  Col. Woodhue : Auf wiedersehen, Fraulein Warren.

  Marcia Warren : Auf wiedersehen, mein colonel.

• Homer Smith : Well, I'm no thief, miss Warren.

  Marcia Warren : Frankly, Juniper, I'm going nearly crazy trying to figure out just what you are.

• Col. Woodhue : Juniper? He's new, isn't he?

  Marcia Warren : Juniper Jones - he's brand new.

  Col. Woodhue : An odd name.

  Marcia Warren : A phony. But, he's an American and obviously hard up, so I gave him a job.

  Col. Woodhue : Is that all you know about him?

  Marcia Warren : Well, he's not too bright, and kinda cute, very attentive.

  Col. Woodhue : I should think he would be.

  Marcia Warren : Do you know him?

  Col. Woodhue : Know of him

  Marcia Warren : Wellll, tell me.

• Marcia Warren : Don't ask me why, Cleo, but he's gotta be out tonight, and we've gotta be in.

  Cleona Jones : Why don't we go out and let him be in?

  Marcia Warren : No, that's just exactly what he wants.

• Marcia Warren : No, darling, no. We'll always play our close shots profile to profile.

  Homer Smith : What about when we kiss?

  Marcia Warren : Oh, there'll be no difficulty with that at all. Of course, in the picture I'll have my face nearer the camera because I'm your wife and I love you.

  Homer Smith : Yeah, well get your hand down. You're spoiling my closeup.

• Col. Woodhue : He must have dropped that as a message to you.

  Marcia Warren : But I thought you said he must have lost them. He's not smart, huh? He's just a small-town hick.

  Col. Woodhue : I didn't say that.

  Marcia Warren : No, I know you didn't. I did. Stand back everybody, I'm going to sing a C.

• Marcia Warren : Wh.. ordinarily I, I wouldn't admit this, but, um, I was a little flat that time.

• Homer Smith : More than anybody else, I'm glad that you're not a spy.

  Marcia Warren : Ohh, that's a very nice compliment, Homer.

• Homer Smith : Well, do you think I'm a spy?

  Marcia Warren : Heh, right now, Juniper - or Homer, I wouldn't think you were a spy if I personally caught you going through President Roosevelt's pockets.

  Homer Smith : Well, somebody is.

• Marcia Warren : Where is Homer?

  Mrs. Morrison : Oh, Homer - is this something you've lost?

  Marcia Warren : Oh, let me at her.

  Mrs. Morrison : Yes, let her at me.

• Marcia Warren : The Nazis have chased me out for the last time. There's only one place I'll run to from here on. That's Beverly Hills, California.

  Cleona Jones : I'll settle for Harlem, Basin Street, Central Avenue, and all points in between.

  Marcia Warren : Amen, sister. I want to go *home*. Where a gas station looks like the Taj Mahal. And a restaurant looks like a hat.

  Cleona Jones : I've been away long as soon you have, Miss Marcia. I miss everything, you miss. Plus.

  Marcia Warren : Plus what?

  Cleona Jones : A nice colored boy who speaks something besides French or goes around in a night gown in which case he turns out to be an A-rab.

• Marcia Warren : [from her bath tub]  Cleo!

  Cleona Jones : [in the next room]  I'm right here, Miss Marcia.

  Marcia Warren : I'm in good voice this morning. Did you hear me?

  Cleona Jones : Couldn't help, but not without leaving Egypt.

  Marcia Warren : [singing]  Not a thought, not a care, With a heart debonair, I am free as the sea

  Cleona Jones : LIke the lark who at dawn, Bids the darkness be gone, Do I sing merrily.

  Marcia Warren : So clean, so now bring, Bring the towel please, From the rack over there

  Cleona Jones : Oh, yes, please, Marcia, I'll please, Bring the towel to you...

• Cleona Jones : [singing]  Watch them shufflin' along, See them shufflin' along, Go get your best gal, I mean your real pal, And go down to the levee, I said to the levee, And *join* that shufflin' throng, Where you hear that music and song, It's simply great, Jake, Waitin' on the levee, Waitin' for the Robert E. Lee, Yeah!

  Group Singers : Woo-hoo, Woo-hoo

  Marcia Warren : There's a steam boat comin' round a bend, Don't you hear that whistle blow? Watch them shufflin' along, See them shufflin' along, Get your best gal, I mean your real pal, Go down to the levee, I said to the levee, Join that shufflin' throng, Hear that music and song, It's simply great, mate, waitin' on the levee, I said the levee, Waitin' for the Robert E. Lee...

• Marcia Warren : I see. I should do to him what he was going to do to me.

• Marcia Warren : Why is it better for a woman to go walking with their maid, than with their butler?

  Homer Smith : Because a maid is a female, and the butler is a male.

  Marcia Warren : Sometimes, I wonder about that too.

• Marcia Warren : C-notes? No wonder he carries 'em in his girdle. So would I.

• Cleona Jones : Imagine, nothing to your name, but a belt full of c-notes.

  Marcia Warren : C-notes?

  Homer Smith : They're $100 bills. They're also called yards. That's, uh, gangster language.

  Marcia Warren : Ah-oh! Well, I, uh, I think, I prefer c-notes. It's, uh, more my type. Don't you think?

• Homer Smith : You see, you used to be...

  Marcia Warren : Yes?

  Homer Smith : I mean...

  Marcia Warren : Yes, Homer?

  Homer Smith : Well, I was always...

  Marcia Warren : Yes, Homer?

  Homer Smith : I mean, I thought about it...

  Marcia Warren : Yes?

  Homer Smith : It was a...

  Marcia Warren : Yes.

  [long kiss] 

  Homer Smith : Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh!

  Marcia Warren : Oh, darling!

• Marcia Warren : Tell me honestly, are you Yahudi?

• Marcia Warren : Oh, you've got fever.

  Homer Smith : Your hand sure feels cool.

• Marcia Warren : [singing]  The moon looked down on Cairo, The moon of the night, That showed me your smile, The sphinx looked down on Cairo, And knew at a glance, That this was romance, Kissed you there in Cairo...

• Marcia Warren : Move out of my close up.

• Marcia Warren : Homer is Homer. And if Homer is Homer, he's in trouble.

• Homer Smith : I don't know what to do in front of a camera.

  Marcia Warren : Oh, darling, you'll be surprised how quickly you'll find out.

• Marcia Warren : Tell me.

  Col. Woodhue : Come, now, it isn't exactly tea-table gossip.

  Marcia Warren : Oh, now, don't tell me Juniper's a Jap.