Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka Quotes in Twentieth Century (1934)

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Is Oscar Jaffe on this train? You'd better tell me.

Owen O'Malley: Right in there. The Little Corporal is returning from another Moscow, his head bloodied but still unbowed.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Yes, I tried to save you pain. I lied, yes, only to save you.

Oscar Jaffe: That's from "Sappho"!

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: All those opera tenors, acrobats, that Italian bicycle rider I told you about... they're all lies. The only man in my life was that cavalier in there. Oscar Jaffe.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: That's the trouble with you, Oscar. With both of us. We're not people, we're lithographs. We don't know anything about love unless it's written and rehearsed. We're only real in between curtains.

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 management.

George Smith: And you wanted my respect!

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Who cares about your respect? I'm too big to be respected. The men I've known have understood that.

George Smith: Men you've known? Jaffe, you mean.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Yes, Jaffe. He'll tell you what I am: A first-class passenger entitled to privileges.

George Smith: Oh, an artist!

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: You're darned tooting I am!

Oscar Jaffe: When I love a woman, I'm an Oriental. It never goes. It never dies.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Phooey.

Oscar Jaffe: Love blinded me. That was the trouble between us as producer and artist.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: So that's what it was, was it? How about your name in electric lights bigger than everybody's, and your delusion that you were a Shakespeare and a Napoleon and a Grand Lama of Tibet all rolled into one?

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: What is it this time - the big drama about Hairpin Annie, the pride of the gashouse?

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: Lily, you're crying.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Sure, I turn on a faucet. It's that sort of scene.

Oscar Jaffe: When I love a woman, I'm an Oriental. It never goes! It never dies!

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Phooey!

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Why do they keep hammering at me? Hammering and hammering...

Oscar Jaffe: I'm offering you your last chance to become immortal.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Thanks, I've decided to stay mortal - with a responsible management!

Oscar Jaffe: Who?

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: Max Jacobs!

Oscar Jaffe: I can't believe it.

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: No? Read the papers tomorrow, then. Why do you think I left Hollywood?

Oscar Jaffe: Max Jacobs! He's a thief! Illiterate! He can hardly write his own name!

Lily Garland, aka Mildred Plotka: He writes it on checks, all right - great BIG checks, too!