Las citas de esta peli son tan numerosas que me permito (siguiendo el apático arquetipo decretado por otros participantes
) dejarlas sin traducir. Sorry. Al menos no es de Ozu.
De Twentieth Century (La Comedia de la Vida), escrita por Sturges, Hecht y MacArthur e interpretada por John Barrymore y Carole Lombard:
Oscar Jaffe: You amoeba.
Max Jacobs: It's the truth, whether you know it or not.
Oscar Jaffe: Owen, take this creature who came to me as an office boy as Max Mendlebaum and who is now Max Jacobs for some mysterious reason and throw him into the street.
Owen O'Malley: He's going to end up in the breadline unless he finds out that these jittery horse operas with a lot of people staggering around in foul iron suits ain't entertainment.
Oliver Webb: Where did you leave Jaffe?
Owen O'Malley: At the Morrison Hotel under the name of Hemingway, which he's adopted in his grief.
Owen O'Malley: What are you talking about? That's not a contract - it's a coronation. Barrels of rubies, enormous carpets for your pretty feet, pearl and onyx bathrubs, slews of myrmidons at your beck and call... Come on, sign it now while the sap is flowing.
Owen O'Malley: [referring to a policeman] This demigod thinks he's in darkest Russia.
Oscar Jaffe: I;m offering you a last chance to become immortal.
Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Then I've decided to
stay mortal with responsible managementOliver Webb: I don't know whether you realize it or not, Owen, but I've always had a terrific influence with her.
Owen O'Malley: Me too. Once I actually compelled her to admit it looked like rain.
Oscar Jaffe: There's a message I want to go with those gardenias: "To my little madonna of the snows... " No, wait a minute. We won't use that this time.
Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Oscar, you're complete. The most horrible excuse for a human being that ever walked on two legs.
Oscar Jaffe: Go on, Owen... tell her I'm dying... and DON'T OVERACT!