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Miss Sadie Thompson
Mrs. Davidson: Thank heaven she's gone. She disturbed Mr. Davidson horribly last night. He despises women of that kind. Dr. MacPhail: The founder of our religion was not so squeamish.
Dr. MacPhail: Well, to paraphrase an old saying, the situation has landed and has the Marines well in hand.
Sadie: That was a fast tour! Sgt. O'Hara: Most of the island's restricted.
Sgt. O'Hara: There's enough sweat in the South Pacific to float a battleship.
Pvt. Edwards: What do you want me to do, evaporate?
Sadie: Relax, fellas, you'll burn out your bearings.
Sadie: Come on in and get wrung out.
Sadie: I'm so healthy it hurts.
Sadie: Listen, when I want you I'll rattle your cage.
Dr. MacPhail: This island looks volcanic. Mr. Davidson: It is - in more ways than one. All these isolated islands where our servicemen are stationed are volcanic. It takes constant vigilance to keep them under control. Dr. MacPhail: You mean to keep friendly relations with natives strictly - friendly. Mr. Davidson: To put it bluntly, yes.
Pvt. Griggs: Let the word out and she'll hit this rock like the A-bomb!
Sadie: What's the difference where I go, as long as I get there.
Mr. Davidson: No, Doctor, moral standards can never be high enough. Especially here, where all of nature seems to conspire against us. Everything grows with a sort of savage violence; today you will see strange flowers where yesterday there were only roots.
Mr. Davidson: Men of science like Freud and Adler and Jung are destroying moral values by denying individual responsibility.
Sadie: Oh, come off it you guys, I don't go for that dreaming stuff.
Sadie: He'll find out what it means when I get mad!
Mr. Davidson: Governor, I'm not a politician. I wasn't appointed to my job, I created it. Governor: [Dryly sarcastic] I envy you.
Sadie: Well, look me up in my little grass shack, if you ever get into town.
Sadie: Believe me, friendship lasts much longer than love. Sgt. O'Hara: Yeah, but it ain't as much fun.
Sgt. O'Hara: I know you enough not to want to lose you.
Mr. Davidson: You must accept your punishment for the life you've led.
Sadie: My, my, don't the world look fresh and clean today. Look at that sky! Just like a thing wasn't going on under it.
Sadie: My voice isn't so awful if you don't listen too hard.
Sadie: Funny how I'm always running out of cigarettes. Sometimes I don't even know I'm smoking. I guess when something becomes a habit you don't think what you're doing.
Sadie: All these islands look alike: palm trees and coconuts. Anything cold to drink?
Sgt. O'Hara: A guy sorta forgets how to talk to a girl who's got stockings on. Sadie: You're doin' okay.
Mr. Davidson: Physical ailments are simple to fight... compared to immorality and evil.
Sadie: Make the best of things today, it's bound to be worst tomorrow!
Mr. Davidson: Miss Thompson, may I ask where you're going? Sadie: The boys are throwing a brawl at the Chinaman's. Say, maybe you'd people like to come along? You might have a few laughs. Mr. Davidson: Wouldn't it be wiser if you stayed here? Sadie: You mean because of the rain? Mr. Davidson: I wasn't referring to to the rain. Sadie: You're not reaching me? Mr. Davidson: You'll be the only white woman there. Sadie: Say, that's real decent of you. But, I wouldn't worry. A girl gets just what she asks for. And all I'm asking for is company on a rainy night.
Mr. Davidson: You're going to New Caledonia to carry on your trade. Sadie: I don't know what you're talking about. Mr. Davidson: I'm talking about why you had to leave Honolulu. You're a prostitute! Sadie: What! Who do you think you are calling me names? You're a dirty, rotten liar! Mr. Davidson: I want to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Sadie: Where do you get off with that kind of talk? Mr. Davidson: A chance to find salvation before it's too late. Sadie: You're no priest or missionary! You're trying to act like one but the collar don't fit!
Sadie: How do you like that double-talking, no-good louse! Handing me a line like that! If he starts that stuff again, I'll really tell him off. I'll spit in his eyes!
Governor: I suppose you came to see me about that disturbance last night. Major Kenner has just assured me that the Chinaman's place will be declared off limits. Mr. Davidson: At my insistence.
Sadie: Let's say I'm doing it for you and Horn.
Sadie: I don't make friends to get 'em in trouble.
Sadie: How much do I owe you, Mr. Horn? Joe Horn: Forget it. Sadie: Not me. I pay my way. Joe Horn: Well, a couple a bucks will do it. Sadie: For meals and everything? Joe Horn: Well, this ain't exactly the Ritz.
Sgt. O'Hara: As far as the natives are concerned, you're taboo. Sadie: Taboo? Sgt. O'Hara: Meaning: hands off.
Sgt. O'Hara: Don't worry about it. Snap out of it, you won't be out in the rain.
Sadie: Did you see that look Mrs. Davidson gave me? Save me from females!
Sgt. O'Hara: Let it rain. Shine. It's all the same with the tropics. You got to learn to relax, Sadie. Like me. Of course, I've been here three years and you only one day; but, I can give you a few easy pointers on how to go native. Sadie: Yeah. Yeah. Well, some other time, son.
Sadie: I think you better go, Phil. Sgt. O'Hara: Can't I interests you at all? Sadie: I lost my curiosity years ago.
Sadie: I know how to handle it, honey.
Sadie: You know something; it takes a low mind to think low. And Davidson's mind's in the gutter!
Mr. Davidson: There is no hiding from justice. Sadie: But, I didn't do anything to go to jail for! Mr. Davidson: You've led an immoral life. You must pay for it! Only then will God forgive you. Sadie: What kind of God are you talking about? That's not the kind of God I learned about in Sunday school. The way you figure him out, he's nothing but a cop!
Mr. Davidson: Miss Thompson, you're caught in a life of your own making. You cannot escape yourself. No one can. You will only find peace when you accept your punishment.
Sadie: Yeah, I gotta go to jail. Sgt. O'Hara: I don't care about that. Anybody can get fouled up. Put in time and it's over. But, that other stuff? Working in that Emerald Club in Honolulu? That can never wash off.
Sadie: All I heard was the rain, falling harder and harder. I thought I was going to scream.
Sadie: The truth's the truth. You can't run away from it. And that's what I've been trying to do. Run away from the truth about myself. I never wanted to face what I became: I was nothing but a tramp.
Sadie: Men - you're all alike. Pigs!
Dr. MacPhail: All of us may run as far as we can. But, at the end we always come face-to-face with ourselves.
Sadie: When you asked me to marry you, it was like, it was like God has sent somebody to take me by the hand. Sgt. O'Hara: Marry you? How could I marry you? You're dirty! When I think of all the guys who had their hands on you! Sadie: Get out! Get outta here! Outta here! Get out! Outta here! Outta here! Get out! Get out!
Sadie: Well, like the Chinese say, Garn-Men-U, I should care.
Sgt. O'Hara: Come on, Sadie, let's get going before it starts to rain.
Sadie: Oh, be careful of my record player. It means a lot to me.
Sadie Thompson: [singing] She taught school in Kansas City, She was cold and rather drab. So, at all the local parties, she was not the one they grabbed. But, she read a book and then - came - the transformation. She announced one night, to people's consternation: The Heat is On. The Heat is On. You better not get near my lips at night. I got a kiss like a flame. And if you touch my lips you might ignite and you would have yourself to blame. The Heat is On. The Heat is On...
Sadie Thompson: [singing] Got an awful lot of oats that haven't been sowed. They might start a chain reaction and I - might explode.
Sadie: [Laying down on her makeshift bed, in a short red dress, with one knee bent up in the air and her arms stretched out above her head] Anybody got a cigarette?
Sadie Thompson: [singing] Alone in the dark and sultry night, you think of the times you ain't done right...
Sadie Thompson: [singing] You lie awake and how you wish that it was mornin'. And then you smoke a hundred - cigarettes - or more. That devil rain continues pounding on your window. And the tropic winds keep howlin' at your door...
Sadie: Oh, never mind the record player. Keep it to remember me by.