Kitty Foyle: The Natural History of a Woman

Kitty Foyle:
Boy or Girl?

Dr. Mark Eisen:
Boy. Almost lost the little fella. (Looks around the poor apartment) Mighta been better if he hadn't pulled through.

Kitty Foyle:
Don't say that, Mark. It's always better to pull through.

Tom Foyle:
From now on, you're going to Sunday School every Sunday. Rain or shine, you're going.

Kitty Foyle:
But why, Pop?

Tom Foyle:
Well, it'll be giving you a little Christian upbringing. A sense of values.

Kitty Foyle:
Oh. And then you mean I won't ever sin or anything.

Tom Foyle:
Well, it might not keep you from sinning, but by Judas Priest, it'll keep you from getting any fun out of it.

Kitty Foyle:
Pop, you might as well try to argue me out of a case of bronchitis. Because I love him.

Tom Foyle:
Judas Priest.

Kitty Foyle:
You said it.

Tom Foyle:
You mean you want to marry him?

Kitty Foyle:
Mm-hmm.

Tom Foyle:
Has he ever asked you to meet his family?

Kitty Foyle:
Well, I've never worried much about his family because I've always had a funny idea that I'm just as good as they are.

Kitty Foyle:
Don't you worry about me, Pop. Because I can take care of myself all right. Good-bye, Pop. (Exits)

Tom Foyle:
Take care of yourself. By Judas Priest, you're going to break your heart.

Wyn Strafford:
Until you can get another job...

Kitty Foyle:
What do you mean?

Wyn Strafford:
Why don't I just keep you on the payroll? It's no more than fair -

Kitty Foyle:
Just a minute, Wyn. You needn't worry about me. I'm free, white and 21... almost. And I'll go on loving you from here on out... or until I stop loving you. But nobody owes a thing to Kitty Foyle, except Kitty Foyle.

Kitty Foyle:
Oh, you may have shut the door on Brother Wyn, but, Honey, you certainly had no intention of locking it.

Dr. Mark Eisen:
You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you this afternoon?

Kitty Foyle:
Yes.

Kitty Foyle:
I thought we had a date tonight.

Dr. Mark Eisen:
What do you think's been going here for the last three hours?

Kitty Foyle:
Well, for one thing, I've slowly grown to hate you.

Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle:
But Miss Foyle, thou art not being quite reasonable about this.

Kitty Foyle:
Says thou.

Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle:
Miss Foyle, thy temper!

Kitty Foyle:
Mr. Kennet, thy foot!

Kitty Foyle:
Let's get a few things straight here! I didn't ask to marry a Strafford, a Strafford asked to marry me. I married a man, not an institution or a trust fund or a bank. Oh, I've got a fine picture of your family conference here. All the Straffords trying to figure out how to take the curse off of Kitty Foyle. Buy the girl a phony education, polish off the rough edges. And make a Mainline doll out of her! Aww, you oughta know better than that! It takes six generations to make a bunch of people like you. And by Judas Priest, I haven't got that much time.

Kitty Foyle:
There's a lot of living to do in this world. And if you're worthwhile, you get hurt.