“Baravelli, you’ve got the brain of a four-year-old child, and I bet he was mighty glad to get rid of it.”
“You know you haven’t stopped talking for a moment since I came here? You must’ve been vaccinated with a phonograph needle.”
“I’ll meet you tonight, under the moon.
Tonight, tonight, when the clouds are creeping around the moon, I’ll be creeping around you.
I can see it now, you and the moon. You wear a necktie so I’ll know you.”
I love the Marx Brothers’ early Paramount films: but at MGM, they made Harpo into a harmless little faun, Groucho became avuncular, and they threw in Cute Singing Lovers no one cared about . . . And don’t even get me started about how MGM stole sexy, feisty Jeanette MacDonald from Paramount, sewed her vagina shut and stuck in in those operettes with Dudley Do-Right!