It's not what you say, but how you say it!
I have found men who didn't know how to kiss. I've always found time to teach them.
Men would wither and custom stale them, but diamonds! Ah, they were crystallized immortality!
You can say what you like about long dresses, but they cover a multitude of shins.
Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? (She made this remark in February 1936, at the railway station in Los Angeles upon her return from Chicago, when a Los Angeles police officer was assigned to escort her home)
Tira begins to sing "I'm No Angel" to him as the screen fades: Baby, I can warm you with this love of mine. I'm No Angel. Aw, let me feel my fingers running through your hair, I can give you kisses. . . .