Mary Lou: Two months I've been waiting to get those pictures of that canyon...but if Tom wants to chase petticoats, well, it's not like he needs my permission.
Jack: You mean, you've seen her?
Mary Lou: If you're referring to the captivating Miss Denard, I've seen her.
Jack: I knew it.
Roosevelt: Well, you're a woman!
Mary Lou: Well, you wouldn't know it the way some people look at ya.
Jack: What she look like?
Mary Lou: A peacock in heat...plenty of plumage on too little bird. Tomorrow's edition may be late, Jack. I've half a mind to photograph that canyon by myself!
Roosevelt: Oh, you're a journalist?
Mary Lou: No, I'm a prizefighter. Business, he calls it. I just don't understand why men have to be so two-faced about their cravings!