Gene Tierney in Leave Her to Heaven (1945) dir. John M. Stahl

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Gene Tierney in Leave Her to Heaven (1945) dir. John M. Stahl
Finally, on the first day of Noirvember, sat down and watched Mildred Pierce. And I have to say I love that it ended with divorcees implicitly reuniting in mutual disgust at their absolute atrocity of a child.
That’s for talking about decent people. A little reform wouldn’t do you any harm. As a matter of fact, I think it would do the state good if somebody’d reform you right out of existence. Get out of my way, you cheap crook. Veronica Lake as Janet Henry in The Glass Key (1942) dir.Stuart Heisler
You’d better watch out, McPherson, or you’ll finish up in a psychiatric ward. I doubt they’ve ever had a patient who fell in love with a corpse. Gene Tierney and Dana Andrews in Laura (1944) dir. Otto Preminger
The way she listened was more eloquent than speech. These were the best nights. Gene Tierney in Laura (1944) dir. Otto Preminger
Claire Trevor in Murder, My Sweet (1944) dir. Edward Dmytryk
Mr. Falco, let it be said at once, is a man of forty faces, not one—none too pretty, and all deceptive. You see that grin? That’s the, eh, that’s the Charming Street Urchin face. It’s part of his helpless act: he throws himself upon your mercy. He’s got a half-dozen faces for the ladies. But the one I like, the really cute one, is the quick, dependable chap. Nothing he won’t do for you in a pinch—so he says. Mr. Falco, whom I did not invite to sit at this table tonight, is a hungry press agent, and fully up to all the tricks of his very slimy trade. Sweet Smell of Success (1957) dir. Alexander Mackendrick
Everything's okay? What's okay? Nothing's okay. It never was and it never will be. Not 'till we're out. You get that? Out. Burt Lancaster as Joe Collins in Brute Force (1947) dir. Jules Dassin