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Rip: You know, the trouble with women is they ask too many questions. They should spend all their time just being beautiful.
Mike: And let the men do the worrying.
Rip: Yeah. You know, I’ve been thinking: women ought to come capsule-sized, about four inches high. When a man goes out of an evening, he just puts her in his pocket and takes her along with him, and that way he knows exactly where she is. He gets to his favourite restaurant; he puts her on the table and lets her run around among the coffee cups while he swaps a few lies with his pals…
Rip: Without danger of interruption. And when it comes that time of the evening when he wants her full-sized and beautiful, he just waves his hand and there she is, full-sized.
Mike: Why, that’s the most conceited statement I’ve ever heard.
Rip: But if she starts to interrupt, he just shrinks her back to pocket-size and puts her away.
Mike: I understand. What you’re saying is: women are made to be loved.
Rip: Is THAT what I’m saying?!
Mike: Yes, it’s a confession. A woman may drive you out of your mind, but you wouldn’t trust her, and because you couldn’t put her in your pocket, you get all mixed up.
(Humphrey Bogart y Lizabeth Scott, en el film Dead reckoning, 1947)