Helen Steele: I want a part in your new play more than anything in the world.
Sydney Parker: Why you've got everything you need. Why should you want to go on the stage?
Helen Steele: I'm bored. I want to do something worthwhile.
Sydney Parker: Well, I'd like to help you but what can I do?
Helen Steele: You haven't decided on anyone for the lead in The Siren...
Sydney Parker: You could no more play the Siren than I could.
Sydney Parker: Oh, now why would it be so impossible?
Sydney Parker: Well, for one thing, you're not a star. Now if your name were on the front page...
Helen Steele: You mean if I murdered my aunt?
Sydney Parker: That's an idea.
Helen Steele: I haven't any aunt. I have got talent and I could play the Siren.
Sydney Parker: You couldn't even understand her.
Helen Steele: Well, why not?
Sydney Parker: Because she's a woman of experience. Full of animal magnetism.
Helen Steele: Oh, that's just another way of saying she's exciting. I could be exciting.
Sydney Parker: Indeed you could. But you're too nice.
Helen Steele: Oh, I'm not nice.
Sydney Parker: You are! You can't away from the hideous fact that you're a thoroughly nice girl.
Helen Steele: Meaning what?
Sydney Parker: Meaning that when you meet a man, as you've just met our friend Craigen here you don't er...
Helen Steele: Oh, I see.
Sydney Parker: I'm glad you do.
Helen Steele: Alright. Suppose I deliberately make Craigen fall in love with me?
Sydney Parker: Weekend flirtations? Too easy.
Helen Steele: No, no, no, no. I mean desperately in love with me.