Carol Clayton: You idiot, I did the one thing that would send him away.
Duke Bradley: You did? What was that?
Carol Clayton: I kissed him.
Duke Bradley: And that sent him away? Oh Carol, you underestimate yourself.
Carol Clayton: You don’t understand, Hartley happens to be a gentleman.
Duke Bradley: Oh, well then I’m glad I’m a mug. Kiss me like that and see if I go home.
Dennis Carson: Hey! How many times have I told you to let down those curtains?
Vantine: Why? They’ve all gone off to work.
Dennis Carson: You heard me, let them down!
Vantine: What’s the matter? Afraid I’ll shock the Duchess? Don’t you suppose she’s ever seen a French postcard?
Eloise Y. Kelly: You couldn’t tell him?
Victor Marswell: No.
Eloise Y. Kelly: You went noble.
Victor Marswell: I went yellow.
Eloise Y. Kelly: You went noble. [beat] How do you plan to break the news down the street?
Victor Marswell: I’ll think of some way.
Eloise Y. Kelly: [pointing to alcohol] That’s just the way to keep you clearheaded, of course.
Victor Marswell: Sometimes it gets you nasty enough to get a nasty job done.
Eloise Y. Kelly: Then don’t be so stingy with your nastiness, partner.
Victor Marswell: Come here. Let’s have a drink. [beat] Like I’ve always said, Kelly, you’re all right.
Eloise Y. Kelly: Here’s to your noble nastiness.
When I saw that the Warner Archive was releasing Red Dust on DVD – and newly resmastered to boot – I literally shouted with joy (you can ask my roommate about that). This is my second favorite Harlow film (narrowly behind Personal Property). It has never been on DVD before and when the Warner Archive released the Harlow collection last year, I was pretty bummed that Victor Fleming’s pre-code masterpiece wasn’t part of it. Now we can all rejoice and our Harlow collections are almost complete (so many of her films on DVD now, it is amazing!) If I had to pick one actress to call my favorite (and please don’t make me!), there would be a strong case for Harlow taking that top spot. I just love her so much, and she is at the top of her game opposite Clark Gable in this steamy tale of lust, class, love and deception.
Ellie Andrews: That, I suppose, makes everything quite all right?
Peter Warne: Oh this? Well, I like privacy when I retire. Yes, I’m very delicate in that respect. Prying eyes annoy me. Behold the walls of Jericho! Uh, maybe not as thick as the ones that Joshua blew down with his trumpet, but a lot safer. You see, uh, I have no trumpet.