Cop: Whadda ya do for a living?
JH: Stenographer.
Cop: Working now?
JH: No.
Cop: Well whadda ya do for a living when yer not working?
JH: Look for work.

Well here goes for another day's work and I'm dead on my feet already. What's the way out of this squirrel cage? Who knows, who cares, doh-dee-oh-doh....

JH: You know deep down in every girl's heart, there's the desire for the right of all womanhood. Beside her fireplace with her husband and her children around.
Pat O'Brien: Say listen, you can't raise a family and make five pictures a year.

A glamorous bombshell, eh? A glorified chump, that's what I've been. Well I'm through do ya understand? With the business, with everybody! You can get another "If Girl" a "But Girl" or a "How, Where and When Girl," I'm clearing out!

Clark Gable: Who's in there?
JH: It's China Doll, the gal that drives men mad.
CG: What the devil are you doing aboard?
JH: Nothing, limey. Just showering the dewdrops off the body beautiful.

I stole the key. Yes I stole it and gave it to Jamesy. But I came to your cabin to warn you about him. Figure it out for yourself why I didn't. I'da stood and fought back to back with you. But you taught me something I didn't even know myself. When a woman can love a man right down to her fingertips she can hate him the same way. Now call your cops. Call every cop in the country, I don't care. If you can dish it out I can take it!

JH: Who do you think you're talking to, that first wife of yours out in Montana?
Wallace Beery: Now you leave her outta this...
JH: Poor meely-faced thing with a flat chest that didn't have nerve enough to talk up to you...
WB: Shut up...
JH: Washin' out your greasy overalls and cookin' and slavin' in some lousy mining shack, no wonder she died!
WB: Say I'll sock you in a minute...
JH: Well you can't get me that way. You're not gonna step on my face to get where you wanna go, ya big windbag!

You know, my skin's terribly delicate and I don't dare expose it.

JH: I was reading a book the other day.
Marie Dressler: Reading a book?!
JH: Yes, it's all about civilization or something, a nutty kind of a book!
MD: Huh!
JH: Do you know the guy said that machinery is going to take the place of every profession?
MD: Oh my dear, that's something you need never worry about.

JH: No!
FT: Hey, can't you say anything but no?
JH: No.
FT: You know you can't go on giving me the runaround forever.
JH: Oh yes I can.

JH: I haven't had any education, all right! I look like a hotsy-totsy, all right! Nobody ever cared two hoots whether I amount to anything or not, all right! But I care!
Franchot Tone: Gee, you're swell!
JH: Yeah, but not swell enough to marry. Now open that door!

Announcer: Jean Harlow!
JH: Thank you. I would like to use this occassion to publicly thank Mr. Hughes for the opportunity he gave me.

Would you be shocked if I put on something more comfortable?

Clark Gable: You're not sore on account of that dame are ya? She don't mean a thing to me.
JH: The both of you don't mean anything to me.

JH: I won't be quiet! The things I've taken for that newspaper, Warren Haggerty, but this gets the blue ribbon! Trying to marry me off to that-to that baboon!
William Powell: Say, let's not deal in personalities.

Spencer Tracy: Say, I certainly had that guy all wrong, he's a wonder.
JH: Hmm-hmm! Congratulations, when did you come out of the ether?

JH: Well for the love of mud! Where am I sleeping, on a race track?
Clark Gable: Come on, lets have it. Who are you? Where'dya come from?
JH: Don't rush me brother. I'm Pollyanna the Gladgirl.
CG: I see.

CG: Get out of there! Get out...
JH: Oh no don't, Denny, I'm in it now, stop! Gee, can't a girl take a bath in privacy without...oh, good morning! You're just in time to see the trained seal. Hey, Denny, scrub my back.

JH: Can you see through this?
Store clerk: I'm afraid you can, Miss.
JH: I'll wear it.

So gentleman prefer blondes, do they? Yes they do!