film directed by Howard Hawks
, an adaptation by Charles Lederer
, Ben Hecht
and Charles MacArthur
of the play The Front Page
by Hecht and MacArthur. The change in this version is that the role of Hildy Johnson was converted from male to female.
The film stars Cary Grant
as Walter Burns and Rosalind Russell
as Hildy Johnson and features Ralph Bellamy
as Bruce Baldwin. It is noted for its rapid-fire dialogue.
The film was #19 on American Film Institute's
100 Years…100 Laughs and has been selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry
Tell me. Is the Lord of the Universe in?
I'm going into business for myself...I'm getting married tomorrow...It's gonna be all right. I'm gonna settle down. I'm through with the newspaper business.
[in her story] And so, into this little tortured mind came the idea that that gun had been produced for use. And use it he did. But the state has a 'production-for-use' plan too. It has a gallows. And at seven a.m. unless a miracle occurs, that gallows will be used to separate the soul of Earl Williams from his body. And out of Mollie Malloy's life will go the one kindly soul she ever knew.
Next time you see me, I should be riding in a Rolls Royce giving interviews on success...So long you wage-slaves...When you're crawling up fire escapes and getting kicked out of front doors, and eating Christmas dinners in one-armed joints, don't forget your pal, Hildy Johnson!..And when the road beyond unfolds...
[to Walter] How you have messed up my life. What am I going to do?...I could be on that train right now. What a sap I am falling for your line: 'They're gonna name streets after me.' Johnson Street!
Tell him if he'll reprieve Earl Williams, we'll support him for senator. Tell him the Morning Post will be behind him hook, line, and sinker.
I wish you hadn't done that, Hildy...Divorce me. Makes a fellow lose all faith in himself...Almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted.
[to Bruce] You're getting a great little girl for yourself...You're getting something else too, Bruce, you're getting a great newspaperman ... One of the best I ever knew. Sorry to see her go. Darn sorry, Hildy.