Scarlet Street Quotes

Johnny Prince: And then you gave me a dirty look.

Kitty March: I didn't give you a dirty look!

Johnny Prince: Listen, any girl that waits two hours in the rain for a guy is gonna give him a dirty look.

Kitty March: Who do you think you are? My guardian angel?

Millie Ray: Not me, honey. I lost those wings a long time ago.

Adele Cross: Next thing you'll be painting women without clothes.

Christopher Cross: I never saw a woman without any clothes.

Adele Cross: I should hope not!

Johnny Prince: Lazy Legs,

[kisses her]

Johnny Prince: I don't know what you told Janeway, but you got him eatin' right out of your hand.

Kitty March: It won't stop with lunch!

Kitty March: Well, I was going to do this myself, but, uh...

[hands him toenail polish]

Kitty March: Paint me, Chris!... They'll be masterpieces.

[first lines]

Bank Employees: [singing] For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow. For he's a jolly good fellow... which nobody can deny. Which nobody can deny. Which nobody can deny. Which nobody can deny.

[repeat chorus]

Christopher Cross: Hey, did you read this?

Adele Cross: Read what?

Christopher Cross: This murder in Queens. A man killed his wife with the window weight, put her body in the trunk, shipped her to California. It says here...

Adele Cross: I've read the paper, thank you. He didn't get away with it, did he? He'll go to the chair, as he should.

Christopher Cross: Yeah, a man hasn't got a chance with these New York detectives.

[last lines]

Kitty March: Johnny. Oh, Johnny.

Johnny Prince: Lazy Legs.

Kitty March: Jeepers, I love you Johnny.

Kitty March: You know those art galleries on Fifth Avenue? The prices they charge! I saw one little picture that cost fifty-thousand dollars. They call it, uh, 'Seezan'.

Christopher Cross: Cezanne? Oh, he was a great French painter. I'd like to own that painting.

Kitty March: You would? For fifty-thousand dollars?

Christopher Cross: You can't put any price on masterpieces like that. They're worth, well, whatever you can afford to pay for them.

Kitty March: You know what, Chris? I bet I saw some of your pictures there and didn't know it. Next time I'll look for your name.

Christopher Cross: Oh no no no no no. I, uh... I don't sell my pictures.

Kitty March: Well not in New York you mean.

Christopher Cross: No, I-...

Kitty March: I know. I bet your sell your pictures in Europe, France or someplace like that. I don't know much about painting, but I bet your get as much for your pictures in France as those Frenchman get right here in New York. You're never appreciated in your own country.

Christopher Cross: Well that's one way of looking at it. But you know when I paint, I don't think of money. I just paint for fun.

Kitty March: Fun?

Christopher Cross: Yes. I think it's the most fun I know, painting. I wish I had all the time to paint.

Kitty March: But don't you have time?

Christopher Cross: [stammering] Well you know... business takes a lot of time.

Kitty March: I wonder when you get all that money.

Kitty March: How long does it take you to paint a picture?

Christopher Cross: Sometimes a day, sometimes a year. You can't tell. It has to grow.

Kitty March: I never knew paint could grow.

Christopher Cross: Feeling grows. You know, that's the important thing, feeling. You take me. No one ever taught me how to draw, so I just put a line around what I feel when I look at things.

Kitty March: Yeah I see.

Christopher Cross: It's like falling in love I guess. You know... first you see someone, then it keeps growing, until you can't think of anyone else.

Kitty March: That's interesting.

Christopher Cross: The way I think of things, that all art is. Every painting, if it's any good, is a love affair.

Kitty March: I never heard anyone talk like that before.

Christopher Cross: There aren't many people you can talk to this way. So you keep it to yourself. You walk around with everything bottled up.

Kitty March: Why are looking at me? Is my face dirty?

Christopher Cross: No, it's beautiful.

Kitty March: I'll bet it is!

Kitty March: You wouldn't know love if it hit you in the face.

Millie Ray: If that's where it hits you, you ought to know!

Millie Ray: May I come in to my own apartment?

Johnny Prince: Hello, Funny Face.

Millie Ray: Why don't you just move in, Johnny. Then I can move out.

Kitty March: Now, Millie, stop picking on my fiancé.

Millie Ray: How do you spell that word?

Kitty March: I thought you were modeling girdles for the catalog.

Millie Ray: I have been. Oh, I ache like a dog. If corsets ever come back, I swear I'll quit modeling.

Millie Ray: Honey, what's happened to you?

Kitty March: Don't you wish it could happen to you? I'm in love - crazy in love!

Millie Ray: With a man that pushes you around the way I wouldn't push a cat around.

Kitty March: You leave Johnny out of this!

Millie Ray: With your looks and figure you could get any man you want!

Kitty March: Sure! But there's only one I want.

Millie Ray: Yeah, and he's making a tramp out of you.