I found this picture in a 1937 cookbook which was just begging for some dialogue using slang from the 30’s.
Hey this party’s ring-a-ding-ding, don’t you think so, dollface?
It’s alright I suppose.
Suppose I say you’re a looker with a swell pair of get-away-sticks.
Suppose I say that’s the smoothest line of monkey talk I’ve heard all evening.
Suppose I say we blow this wingding and stop at a speako for a bottle of beer.
Suppose I say you’ve had one too many snoutfuls if you think I’d fall for a chisel like that.
Suppose I say let’s stop by my place, I’ll peel off this tuxedo, and we’ll roll a few lines at the bowling alley.
Suppose I say where did you learn to sweet talk, from a correspondence course?
Suppose I say I wonder if you’re giving me the kibosh?
Suppose I say I’ll let you know after I finish this glass of giggle.
Suppose I say I’m going to park a honey cooler on those lips 0f yours?
Suppose I say try it and I’ll ram this gobble-pipe up your schnozzle!
Suppose I say remind me never to get dizzy with a dame who is holding a saxophone.
Suppose I say that’s the smartest thing you’ve said all night. Hey, I had you pegged all wrong, maybe you’re not a flopperoo after all.
Hey listen, muffin, let’s get another glass of rot gut, put on a keen platter and jolly up!
Murder! Now you’re talkin’ mister!