War Nurse (1930)
Cushie: Funny the way the men have changed. They used to talk about what they'd do when the war was over and things like that.
Rosalie: Yeah, now all they talk about is women.
Babs: Yes, women. It seems to be the only thing the men are interested in. Why even the youngsters are so afraid they'll die before they've ever lived.
Joy: Well, it makes me awfully nervous the way they always want to look at you and touch you. Why, even the doctors are getting so...
Cushie: Well, even the doctors are human, I suppose.
Matron: You've done such magnificent work. And that's what makes it so difficult to send you away. But I must.
Babs: Are you going to get married?
Joy: Well, he hasn't said anything about that, yet; but, I know he will. Maybe on his next leave. Oh, it will be so wonderful. Don't you want to get married?
Babs: I should say not. I've had enough war.
Joy: You know girls, I was always told it would be disgraceful to see a man undress.
Babs: Well, I've watched so many naked men lately that I'm ready to go live with the eskimos. They only undress once a year!
Babs: Well, this is an idea. I think I'd make a swell nurse.
Babs: Just think of the thrill. Holding hands all night with good-looking sick officers.
Rosalie: And can you imagine moonlights nights at no-man's land. Oh, boy.
Babs: Yeah, with a general on each arm.
Rosalie: You know, with that it would have it on Paris. They've commandeered our cars and left nothing but 80-year old men on the boulevards.
Babs: You, said it! With five million men up there, that's our place, darling.
Babs: Thanks. You're sure its alright?
Wally: Looks perfect to me.
Babs: I'd never forgive myself if I was out of commission for tonight.
Wally: Oh, that's alright. I don't care about dancing anyway.
Babs: Dancing? I'm on night duty, tonight.
Wally: Yeah, that's what I mean.
Babs: And if I wasn't, I'd be sleeping.
Wally: Gee, its wonderful the way you get all of my ideas.