& Richard Sherman: In the 25-cent book business, you can sell anything. Even the old, dreary classics. The trick is to soup up the title... and get an interesting cover. It’s all a question of imagination...
& Richard Sherman: Oh, no, not me. Not me. And I’m not gonna smoke either.
& Richard Sherman: Chapter three: «The Repressed Urge in the Middle-Aged Male. Its Roots and its Consequences...»
& Richard Sherman: Please, Miss Finch. There is such a thing as ethics. Remember, you are a registered nurse!
Nurse Finch: Ethics? Once I had ethics. Once I was young. Once I had ideals. I was registered! And then... you happened.
& Richard Sherman: Miss Finch, for five nights now you’ve been taking my pulse. Have you never noticed this simple band of gold?
& Richard Sherman: Don’t worry about me. Just remember. That although I have tremendous personal magnetism... I also have tremendous strength of character.
Helen Sherman: And tremendous imagination.
& The Girl: ...it was sort of embarrassing... Honestly, I almost died. There I was with a perfectly strange plumber and no polish on my toenails.
& The Girl: Potato chips, champagne. You really think you can get it open?
Richard Sherman: Oh, yeah. I’ve opened one or two before in my life. It’s simply a matter of pressure and counter-pressure.
& The Girl: You’re married!
Richard Sherman: I am? Yes, I am.
The Girl: I knew it. I could tell. You look married.
Richard Sherman: Actually, my wife and I are separated. Separated in the sense that she went away for the summer.
The Girl: Any children?
Richard Sherman: No. Well, just one very little one.
& Richard Sherman: Do you wanna waste it now that you know I’m married?
The Girl: I think it’s wonderful that you’re married! I think it’s just elegant!
& The Girl: I wouldn’t be lying on the floor with some man if he wasn’t married.
Richard Sherman: That’s an interesting line of reasoning.
& The Girl: With a married man it’s so simple. I mean, it can’t possibly ever get drastic...
Richard Sherman: In what sense can’t it get drastic?
The Girl: People keep falling in love with me.
Richard Sherman: I can believe it.
The Girl: They get this strange idea.
Richard Sherman: I believe that too.
The Girl: They ask me to marry them. All the time. I don’t know why they do it.
Richard Sherman: Maybe it’s a kind of nervousness...
The Girl: Maybe.
& The Girl: That’s what’s wonderful about a married man. No matter what, he can’t ask you to marry him. He’s married already. Right?
& Richard Sherman: Well, how about some music? Let’s see what we’ve got here... Debussy, Ravel, Stravinsky. Hey, how about this one? Rachmaninoff, the Second Piano Concerto. You look to me like a big Rachmaninoff girl.
The Girl: I do? Funny, I don’t know anything about music.
Richard Sherman: You don’t have to. Just listen to it, that’s all.
& The Girl: This is classical music, isn’t it? I can tell. There’s no vocal.
Richard Sherman: Don’t talk. Don’t fight it. Relax. Go limp.
The Girl: Like this?
& The Girl: Hey, did you ever try dunking a potato chip in champagne? It’s real crazy!
& The Girl: Why do you stop?
Richard Sherman: You know why. Because now I’m going to take you in my arms and kiss you... very quickly and very hard.
& Richard Sherman: Don’t you think it’d be more effective... to show a man terrorizing a young girl, sales-wise?
Dr. Brubaker: I’m not a salesman. I’m a doctor. I heal sick minds.
& Richard Sherman: If she tells anybody about this, I’ll kill her with my bare hands.
Dr. Brubaker: A possible solution. But murder is the most difficult crime to commit. Until you are able to commit a simple act of terror, I strongly advise you to avoid anything as complex as murder.
& Richard Sherman: If anyone were to walk in, would they ever get the wrong idea. Cinnamon toast for two, strange blond in the shower. Explain that. Tell them you spent the night wrapping a paddle...
& Richard Sherman: I can explain everything: the stairs, the cinnamon toast, the blond in the kitchen.
Tom MacKenzie: Wait! Wait a minute Dickey-Boy. What blond in the kitchen?
Richard Sherman: Oh, wouldn’t you like to know! Maybe it’s Marilyn Monroe!
& Richard Sherman: She loves me, all right.
The Girl: Isn’t she jealous?
Richard Sherman: Not really. How can anybody be jealous of somebody with a briefcase... who’s getting a little pot and can’t keep his eyes open past 9?
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& Richard Sherman: Oh, no, not me. Not me. And I’m not gonna smoke either.
& Richard Sherman: Chapter three: «The Repressed Urge in the Middle-Aged Male. Its Roots and its Consequences...»
& Richard Sherman: Please, Miss Finch. There is such a thing as ethics. Remember, you are a registered nurse!
Nurse Finch: Ethics? Once I had ethics. Once I was young. Once I had ideals. I was registered! And then... you happened.
& Richard Sherman: Miss Finch, for five nights now you’ve been taking my pulse. Have you never noticed this simple band of gold?
& Richard Sherman: Don’t worry about me. Just remember. That although I have tremendous personal magnetism... I also have tremendous strength of character.
Helen Sherman: And tremendous imagination.
& The Girl: ...it was sort of embarrassing... Honestly, I almost died. There I was with a perfectly strange plumber and no polish on my toenails.
& The Girl: Potato chips, champagne. You really think you can get it open?
Richard Sherman: Oh, yeah. I’ve opened one or two before in my life. It’s simply a matter of pressure and counter-pressure.
& The Girl: You’re married!
Richard Sherman: I am? Yes, I am.
The Girl: I knew it. I could tell. You look married.
Richard Sherman: Actually, my wife and I are separated. Separated in the sense that she went away for the summer.
The Girl: Any children?
Richard Sherman: No. Well, just one very little one.
& Richard Sherman: Do you wanna waste it now that you know I’m married?
The Girl: I think it’s wonderful that you’re married! I think it’s just elegant!
& The Girl: I wouldn’t be lying on the floor with some man if he wasn’t married.
Richard Sherman: That’s an interesting line of reasoning.
& The Girl: With a married man it’s so simple. I mean, it can’t possibly ever get drastic...
Richard Sherman: In what sense can’t it get drastic?
The Girl: People keep falling in love with me.
Richard Sherman: I can believe it.
The Girl: They get this strange idea.
Richard Sherman: I believe that too.
The Girl: They ask me to marry them. All the time. I don’t know why they do it.
Richard Sherman: Maybe it’s a kind of nervousness...
The Girl: Maybe.
& The Girl: That’s what’s wonderful about a married man. No matter what, he can’t ask you to marry him. He’s married already. Right?
& Richard Sherman: Well, how about some music? Let’s see what we’ve got here... Debussy, Ravel, Stravinsky. Hey, how about this one? Rachmaninoff, the Second Piano Concerto. You look to me like a big Rachmaninoff girl.
The Girl: I do? Funny, I don’t know anything about music.
Richard Sherman: You don’t have to. Just listen to it, that’s all.
& The Girl: This is classical music, isn’t it? I can tell. There’s no vocal.
Richard Sherman: Don’t talk. Don’t fight it. Relax. Go limp.
The Girl: Like this?
& The Girl: Hey, did you ever try dunking a potato chip in champagne? It’s real crazy!
& The Girl: Why do you stop?
Richard Sherman: You know why. Because now I’m going to take you in my arms and kiss you... very quickly and very hard.
& Richard Sherman: Don’t you think it’d be more effective... to show a man terrorizing a young girl, sales-wise?
Dr. Brubaker: I’m not a salesman. I’m a doctor. I heal sick minds.
& Richard Sherman: If she tells anybody about this, I’ll kill her with my bare hands.
Dr. Brubaker: A possible solution. But murder is the most difficult crime to commit. Until you are able to commit a simple act of terror, I strongly advise you to avoid anything as complex as murder.
& Richard Sherman: If anyone were to walk in, would they ever get the wrong idea. Cinnamon toast for two, strange blond in the shower. Explain that. Tell them you spent the night wrapping a paddle...
& Richard Sherman: I can explain everything: the stairs, the cinnamon toast, the blond in the kitchen.
Tom MacKenzie: Wait! Wait a minute Dickey-Boy. What blond in the kitchen?
Richard Sherman: Oh, wouldn’t you like to know! Maybe it’s Marilyn Monroe!
& Richard Sherman: She loves me, all right.
The Girl: Isn’t she jealous?
Richard Sherman: Not really. How can anybody be jealous of somebody with a briefcase... who’s getting a little pot and can’t keep his eyes open past 9?
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