Brains are an asset, if you hide them.
Any time you got nothing to do - and lots of time to do it - come on up.
Give a man free hands, and you'll know where to find them.
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. . . .
Give a man a free hand and he'll run it all over you.
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)