Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Mr. Grover: If Ms. Phelps were not my fiancée, I would turn in my resignation and walk out of this store for good!
Martha Phelps: Oh no, no...
Wolf J. Flywheel: Fiancée?
Martha Phelps: Yes.
Wolf J. Flywheel: You mean a woman of your culture and money and beauty and money and wealth and money would, would marry that imposter?

Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Wolf J. Flywheel: [Flywheel has mistaken the Hastings brothers for the killers and handcuffed them] There you are. I give you the killers.
Tommy Rogers: Why, it's the Hastings brothers, the men who are going to buy the store.
Wolf J. Flywheel: Gentlemen, I'm terribly sorry, but it's really not my fault. You certainly do look like crooks.

Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Wolf J. Flywheel: [In "Sing While You Sell" number] Come on, Wacky: Nagasaki!

Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Ravelli: I take-a your picture. Hey! Look at me and laugh.
Wolf J. Flywheel: I've been doing that for 20 years.

Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Martha Phelps: Tell me, Wolfie dear, will we have a beautiful home?
Wolf J. Flywheel: Of course. You're not planning on moving, are you?
Martha Phelps: No, but, uh, I'm afraid after we're married awhile, a beautiful young girl will come along, and, uh, you'll forget all about me.
Wolf J. Flywheel: Don't be silly. I'll write you twice a week.


Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

Woman Shopper: [to Flywheel lying on a bed] Can you tell me the price of this bed?
Wolf J. Flywheel: $8000
Shopper: Why that's preposterous! I can get the same bed anywhere in town for $25.
Wolf J. Flywheel: Yes, but not with me in it!

Groucho Marx

Groucho Marx

[Wolf is about to propose to Martha]
Wolf J. Flywheel: Martha, dear, there are many bonds that will hold us together through eternity.
Martha Phelps: Really, Wolf? What are they?
Wolf J. Flywheel: Your government bonds, your savings bonds, your liberty bonds.

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