November was a pretty crazy month personally, but it was also the seventh year of Noirvember, which seems to have gotten bigger than I ever could have dreamed. It’s also the part of the year where many, many great films find their way into theaters. As always, you can see everything I watched last month behind the cut.
Carmen Jones: I don’t account to no man.
Joe: You’re accounting to me! I love you and that give me the right–
Carmen Jones: That don’t give you no right to own me! There’s only one that does and that’s me! Myself.
Morgan Taylor: You know, I like places like this that specialize in good food instead of headwaiters.
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: It’s the worst food in town, but don’t worry. They usually serve a stomach pump with the dessert.
Martha: Who invited you to come to my restaurant, Mr. Detective? Not me!
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Martha’s the head of a ring of burglars. My presence makes her nervous.
Martha: Yeah, last night we got a whole basketful of diamonds. You wanna see?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Bring us two of your dangerous dinners, Martha.
Martha: You know how much I’ve been offered to poison this man?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Ten dollars.
Martha: That’s right. I’m holding out for fifteen. Two dinners. Do you want wine?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Bring a small bottle.
Martha: Huh! Same old cheapskate!
Morgan Taylor: [after Martha leaves] She adores you, doesn’t she?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: She ought to. I sent her husband up.
Morgan Taylor: Was he really a burglar?
Det. Sgt. Mark Dixon: Wife beater.
I first saw Laura about two years ago during the inaugural Noirvember in 2010 (which later led to the creation of the filmnoirandfemmefatales as run by salesonfilm and myself). I loved it when I first saw it, but I watched so many films after it (2010 was the year I watched 517 new-to-me films, followed by 1117 in 2011) that it kind of got lost in the ether.
Judge Weaver: Mr. Biegler, you finally got your rape into the case, and I think all the details should now be made clear to the jury. Do you agree, Mr. Lodwick?
Mitch Lodwick: Absolutely.
Judge Weaver: What exactly was the undergarment just referred to?
Paul Biegler: Panties, Your Honor.
Judge Weaver: Do you expect this subject to come up again?
Paul Biegler: Yes, Sir.
Judge Weaver: There’s a certain light connotation attached to the word “panties.” Can we find another name for them?
Mitch Lodwick: I never heard my wife call ’em anything else.
Judge Weaver: Mr. Biegler?
Paul Biegler: I’m a bachelor, Your Honor.
Judge Weaver: That’s a great help. Mr. Dancer?
Claude Dancer: When I was overseas during the war, Your Honor, I learned a French word. I’m afraid that might be slightly suggestive.
Judge Weaver: Most French words are.
Donald Gresham: Why are you so preoccupied with sex?
Patty O’Neill: Who, me?
Donald Gresham: Yes, you.
Patty O’Neill: Do you really think I am?
Donald Gresham: Well, you are always asking if people plan seduction or they’re bored with virgins or they have a mistress. . .Now, if that isn’t being preoccupied with sex, I’d like to know what is.
Patty O’Neill: You may be right. [beat] But don’t you think it’s better for a girl to be preoccupied with sex than occupied?