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Fun Fact: Other than the beginning and end, His Girl Friday has no musical score due to the rapid pace of the film.
Walter: He looks like that fellow in the movies – Ralph Bellamy!
Walter: You’ve got an old fashioned idea divorce is something that lasts forever, ’til death do us part.’ Why divorce doesn’t mean anything nowadays, Hildy, just a few words mumbled over you by a judge.
Sheriff Hartwell:: Aiding an escaped criminal and a little charge of kidnapping.
The Mayor:: Well, looks like about ten years a piece for you two birds.
Walter: Does it?
Hildy: If you think you’ve got The Morning Post licked it’s time for you to get out of town.
The Mayor:: Whistling in the dark. Well that isn’t going to help you this time. You’re through.
Walter: Listen the last man that said that to me was Archie Leach just a week before he cut his throat.
Hildy: Walter, you’re wonderful, in a loathsome sort of way.
Hildy: Now, get this, you double-crossing chimpanzee: There ain’t gonna be an interview, and there ain’t gonna be a story. And that certified check of yours is leaving here with me in twenty minutes. I wouldn’t cover the burning of Rome for you if they were just lighting it up. If I ever lay my two eyes on you again, I’m gonna walk right up to you and hammer on that monkey skull of yours ’til it rings like a Chinese gong!
Walter: What do you think I am, a crook?
Hildy: Yes.
Walter: There’s been a lamp burning in the window for ya, honey… here.
Hildy: Oh, I jumped out that window a long time ago.
Walter: Look, Hildy, I only acted like any husband that didn’t want to see his home broken up.
Hildy: What home?
Walter: “What home”? Don’t you remember the home I promised you?
Walter: What were you when you came here five years ago – a little college girl from a school of journalism. I took a doll-faced hick…
Hildy: Well, you wouldn’t take me if I hadn’t been doll-faced.
Walter: Well, why should I? I thought it would be a novelty to have a face around here a man could look at without shuddering.
Walter: You’ve got the brain of a pancake. This isn’t just a story you’re covering – it’s a revolution. This is the greatest yarn in journalism since Livingstone discovered Stanley.
Hildy: It’s the other way around.
Walter: Oh, well, don’t get technical at a time like this.