Let Us Be Gay

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
For Heaven's sake, let's be gay about this!

Whitman:
That suite hasn't been opened all this summer, madame. You gave orders to have it closed.

Mrs. Bouccicault:
Bosh! I did nothing of the sort. Well, open it.

Mrs. Bouccicault:
Don't come back in here with a wet bathing suit. Not that I mind you dripping and more emphasized. But, there's another guest arriving.

Mrs. Bouccicault:
Tommy, this is Mrs. Cortland Brown. She's not as sweet as she looks. But, you'll think she is.

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
How do you do? Oh, you magnificent, long-legged Britishers; I've been avoiding you in Paris. But, you are wonderful, aren't you?

Mrs. Bouccicault:
Kitty. Kitty, come here!

Madge Livingston:
She doesn't hear you. She seems to be absorbed in a man.

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
You know, if I were a man, I should fall in love with her at once.

Bob Brown:
You've certainly changed.

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
Ha-ha. I hope so! Three years in Paris ought to improve any woman. Like you, I've been amusing myself with anything and everything that came my way. I know how a man feels about those things now.

Diane:
Oh, pardon the intrusion. You weren't trying to vamp him, were you Kitty?

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
And what would it mean to you if I were? Would it be a joke or a tragedy?

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
Oh, my soul! Who's going to pay my loses?

Townley:
I shall be delighted. I love to have beautiful women under obligation to me.

Townley:
Cherrio, Bootsy!

Bob Brown:
Oh, Kitty, how can you be a party to such an...

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
Is the word affair? Because if it is, it's mine and nobody elses.

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
Bob, I'm not going back, I'm going on. I don't know just to what, but on. So, then, let's be gay about it.

Mrs. Katherine Brown:
I've been so gay, so-so full of - romances.