The Harvey Girls (1946)
Virginia O'Brien: Alma from Ohio
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Quotes
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Alma : [talking to Susan Bradley] I sent my picture into one of those Lonely Hearts Clubs and they sent it back, saying "We're not *that* lonely!"
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Alma : Chris, what's wrong?
Chris Maule : Marty Peters was just here.
Alma : Marty Peters? The man who shot the last blacksmith?
Chris Maule : He... he... he did what?
[Chris has just been made the new blacksmith]
Alma : Well, it's all based on circumstantial evidence. No one actually saw the bullet leave the gun.
[Chris faints dead away]
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Alma : [singing] Yeah, they say they have hair on their chest, the only thing I've seen is just a fancy vest. Holy smackers, milk and crackers, but it's wild in the wild, wild West.
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Deborah Andrews : Well, here we are.
Alma : Yes, The three of us.
Susan Bradley : I don't know whether we're the three musketeers or the three blind mice.
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Deborah Andrews : We're Harvey girls.
Susan Bradley : What's that, a college?
Alma : No. We're waitresses.
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Susan Bradley : Why did you become a Harvey girl, Deborah?
Deborah Andrews : I thought it would be exciting. What I really wanted to be - was a dancer. But my family thought it wasn't respectable.
Susan Bradley : A dancer? And you, Alma?
Alma : I lived on a farm.
Susan Bradley : Why did you leave it?
Alma : I was hungry.
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Deborah Andrews : [singing] I had no petticoat trimmed with lace, My angel cake was a pure disgrace, My face was my fortune, My mother said, And my dancing slippers, Of bright, bright red, A million miles I have danced or more, In hopes Prince Charming would cross the floor, I can't understand it, I've waltzed and I've whirled, But, my goodness me, It's a great big world
Deborah Andrews , Susan Bradley , Alma : And it's cold, cold, cold...
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Alma : If you're going to shoe that horse, you'd better get started.
Chris Maule : Alma, I've a confession. I'm afraid of horses.
Alma : Oh, that's all in your mind. Say to yourself, "I'm brave."
Chris Maule : I'm brave.
Alma : "I'm determined!"
Chris Maule : I'm determined.
Alma : "I'm fearless!"
Chris Maule : I'm fearless. I'm a liar.
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Alma : Show the horse you're not afraid of him.
Chris Maule : [addressing the horse] Would you please sit down and give me your foot?
Alma : That's not the way, silly. See?
[picks up the horse's hoof]
Alma : It's very simple. All you have to do is take the pincers and *pry* all the nails from the foot. Then you take a rasp and *file* the foot down. Errrrrrr. Then you take a hot shoe, red-hot, and *burn* his foot to a level. Then he's ready for shoeing. Place it on his foot and *drive* six long nails into it. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong. Bong.
[Chris faints]
Alma : I suppose I'll have to do it.
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Alma : Look at that little goose pimple, all moon-eyed over a song.