Opal: Feeling better?
Sadie McKee: Yes, thanks to you.
Opal: You’re gonna find out about men – – the tripe.
Sadie McKee: No, thanks. Not interested.
Opal: Swell. They come to my dump to get taken, see? And if you’re smart you — [to woman on subway] Am I talking loud enough?
Sadie McKee: I’m kind of sick of men.
Opal: Oh, you’re crazy. They’ve got what we want, all of it. And every gal has her price. Yours ought to be high. [to woman on subway] Every gal has her price. I don’t know what got, but you sure gyped somebody.