Cathy Timberlake Quotes in That Touch of Mink (1962)

Cathy Timberlake: [very drunk] Do you like the way I walk?

Philip Shayne: Poetry in motion.

Cathy Timberlake: I learned when I was a baby, been walking for years.

Mr. Everett Beasley: Oh! Well, Miss Timberlake, back again for a little of the taxpayers' money, hmm? So did you work last week?

Cathy Timberlake: No.

Mr. Everett Beasley: Are you available for work?

Cathy Timberlake: Yes.

Mr. Everett Beasley: Did you turn down any jobs?

Cathy Timberlake: No.

Mr. Everett Beasley: Are you busy tonight?

Cathy Timberlake: Yes.

Mr. Everett Beasley: If, in our opinion, the applicant hasn't exercised proper diligence in seeking employment, we can withhold payment of checks... Perhaps tomorrow night? There's a wonderful little diner round the corner from where I live and after dinner we could, uh, well... perhaps...

Cathy Timberlake: Go up to your apartment?

Mr. Everett Beasley: Well, I, uh...

Cathy Timberlake: If you want me to go up to your apartment, come out and ask. That way I can think about it and make a decision.

Mr. Everett Beasley: Would you like to stop off at my place?

Cathy Timberlake: May I have my check?

Mr. Everett Beasley: Oh. Of course. Well?

Cathy Timberlake: I would enjoy going out with you, Mr Beasley... if I didn't find you so personally distasteful. You're a sneaky, crude, offensive man. That's just how I feel. I'm sure there are hundreds of girls who admire those qualities.

Cathy Timberlake: Look, he doesn't love me. He just feels sorry for me.

Roger: Doesn't love you? He's compared you to the plague!

Cathy Timberlake: How would you feel? Here I am, he practically runs me down and then drives right away! And doesn't have the decency to apologise himself. Furthermore I have a job interview and have to go like this. He doesn't care.

Roger: Ohhh...

Cathy Timberlake: You know what I'd like to do?

Roger: Throw the money in his face?

Cathy Timberlake: Exactly! I'd like to throw that money right in his face.

Roger: Would you?

Cathy Timberlake: Yes, I would.

Roger: I've waited seven years for this moment. You come with me!

Umpire: Strike!

Cathy Timberlake: Strike?

[shouts]

Cathy Timberlake: Hey, ump, shake your head, your eyeballs are stuck! It was a ball, it was that far away from the plate.

Umpire: [Approaching the dugout] Lady, will you keep it down over here? You've been riding me all night.

Cathy Timberlake: Mickey, you saw that pitch, it was a ball, wasn't it?

Mickey Mantle: It looked like it.

Umpire: You're out of the game, Mantle.

Cathy Timberlake: What? Roger, what do you think?

Roger Maris: It could've missed the corner.

Umpire: You're out, Maris.

Cathy Timberlake: Yogi...

Yogi Berra: It was a perfect strike, the ump was right.

Umpire: I don't like sarcasm, Berra. You're out of the game as well.

Cathy Timberlake: You can't do that!

Umpire: Lady...

Cathy Timberlake: Where's the Manager?

Philip Shayne: I think he's hiding.

Connie Emerson: Cathy. A man picks you up off the street, drags you up to his office, tricks you into taking your clothes off and then propositions you. What can you expect from a man like that?

Cathy Timberlake: Respect.

Connie Emerson: Respect. On that note of logic, I'll go to work.

Cathy Timberlake: [Cathy is rushing off to meet Philip, over Connie's objections] Connie, this is terribly important to me. I've got to *prove* to him that I'm a woman!

Connie Emerson: [calls after her] Well, there are easier ways to do it. Send him your birth certificate!

Cathy Timberlake: And I'm unstable. What kind of mother would I make for our children?

Philip Shayne: Well we'll try three or four if that doesn't work out, we'll breed poodles.