Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale Quotes in Way Out West (1937)

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Tell me, tell me about my dear, dear Daddy! Is it true that he's dead?

Stan: Well, we hope he is, they buried him.

Mickey Finn: [enters room] Lola, Lola, we've got a fortune right in the palm of our hand!

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: What do you mean?

Mickey Finn: There's a couple of desert rats downstairs looking for Mary Roberts.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: What about it?

Mickey Finn: They've got a deed to a very valuable gold mine left to her by her father, and they're here to deliver it to her in person.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Well, ain't that just grand!

Mickey Finn: It would be... if you were Mary Roberts.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: I gotcha, but I'd never get away with it.

Mickey Finn: Sure you would; they've never seen Mary Roberts.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Then it's a cinch!

Mickey Finn: [the real Mary knocks at the door] Who's there?

Mary Roberts: Mary.

Stan: Mary who?

Mickey Finn: [nervously] Mary - Merry Christmas. Ohhh...

[opens the door]

Mary Roberts: Excuse me, Mr. Finn, one of these gentlemen dropped this at the foot of the stairs.

Ollie: [takes the deed from her hands, not recognizing her as the real Mary] Oh, oh why thank you, little lady, you don't know what you've done, thanks!

Mickey Finn: [shows Mary out of the room, closing the door] All right, all right, all right.

Ollie: [hands the deed to Lola, unaware that she's pretending to be Mary] There you are: signed, sealed, and now delivered.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Oh, thank you so much.

Ollie: Not at all.

[Mickey Finn utters a sigh of exhausted relief]

Ollie: Come Stanley, we'd better be going.

Stan: Oh say, what about the locket?

Ollie: That's right I...

Stan: We've got something else for you.

Ollie: I almost forgot it.

[puts on his derby and loosens his necktie]

Ollie: And besides that...

[unbuttons his shirt and takes out the locket]

Ollie: your father left you this family heirloom.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: Oh yes, I - I remember it well.

Ollie: Help me get it off, Stanley.

[Ollie loosens his collar while Stan tries to take the locket chain off of Ollie's neck by pulling it up around his chin]

Stan: Am I hurting you?

Ollie: No, just a minute.

Stan: Won't be long.

[Stan tries again to take the chain off of Ollie]

Stan: Maybe I'd better try and open it again.

Ollie: I think so.

[Stan loosens Ollie's collar to get to the clasp]

Stan: It slipped.

[Stan unbuttons Ollie's shirt]

Stan: Maybe you'd better take your coat off.

Ollie: [starts to take off his coat] Pardon me just a minute.

[Stan removes Ollie's necktie and collar; Ollie takes his suspenders off and the locket falls down his trousers leg to the floor]

Ollie: [Stan reaches up Ollie's back and finds a thread, Ollie breaks the thread and discovers an unraveled undergarment] We'll find it in just a moment.

[Ollie takes off his shirt, and Stan notices the locket on the floor and picks it up]

Ollie: We got it.

[Stan hands the locket to Lola]

Ollie: I'm gonna go in and change, pardon us.

[Ollie goes into the bedroom to put his clothes back on, and Stan follows]

Maw: Have you seen my husband?

Barfly: Yeah, there he is, over there.

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: [sings] Won't you be my ownsome / My little turtle dove?

Paw - Bearded Miner at Saloon: [starts hugging the miner] Will I?

[laughs, Lola goes back to the stage]

Paw - Bearded Miner at Saloon: Waiter, I want a big bottle of wine, right over here! Come on, bring it over here, this beer's no good!

[the miner's wife confronts him]

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: [continues singing] My loving honey man...

Paw - Bearded Miner at Saloon: [closes his eyes, thinking he's kissing Lola] Sweetheart!

[opens his eyes to discover he just kissed his wife, who escorts him out of the saloon]

Paw - Bearded Miner at Saloon: Oh!

Mickey Finn: Splendid. Splendid!

Lola Marcel, the Singing Nightingale: She fell for it, like you fell for me.

Mickey Finn: Lola, my gal, we're sittin' pretty.