Philadelphia Story

Tracy Lord:
I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.

Macaulay Connor:
Oh Tracy darling...

Tracy Lord:
Mike...

Macaulay Connor:
What can I say to you? Tell me darling.

Tracy Lord:
Not anything - don't say anything. And especially not "darling."

Macaulay Connor:
It can't be anything like love, can it?

Tracy Lord:
No, no, it can't be.

Macaulay Connor:
Would it be inconvenient?

Tracy Lord:
Terribly.

Macaulay Connor:
Hello you.

Tracy Lord:
Hello.

Macaulay Connor:
You look fine.

Tracy Lord:
I feel fine.

Margaret Lord:
The course of true love...

Macaulay Connor:
...gathers no moss.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie:
What's this room? I've forgotten my compass.

Macaulay Connor:
I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.

Macaulay Connor:
This is the Bridal Suite. Would you send up a couple of caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer?

Margaret Lord:
What? Who is this?

Macaulay Connor:
This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son.

Margaret Lord:
Hello? Hello?

Tracy Lord:
What's the matter?

Margaret Lord:
One of the servants has been at the sherry again.

Tracy Lord:
I never knew such a man.

Macaulay Connor:
You're not likely to dear. Not from where you sit.

Macaulay Connor:
Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven. Either I'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Shall we toss a coin?

Tracy Lord:
Oh Dexter you're not doing it just to soften the blow?

C. K. Dexter Haven:
No.

Tracy Lord:
Nor to save my face?

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Oh, it's a nice little face.

Tracy Lord:
Oh Dexter, I'll be yar now, I promise to be yar.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Be whatever you like, you're my redhead.

Macaulay Connor:
I'm testing the air. I like it but it doesn't like me.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie:
Oh it's all right Tracy. We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.

Tracy Lord:
Put me in your pocket, Mike.

Macaulay Connor:
The prettiest sight in this fine pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.

Tracy Lord:
The time to make up your mind about people is never.

Tracy Lord:
You hardly know him.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
To hardly know him is to know him well.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Of course, Mr. Connor, she's a girl who is generous to a fault.

Tracy Lord:
To a fault.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Except to other people's faults.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Sometimes, for your own sake, Red, I think you should've stuck to me longer.

Tracy Lord:
I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Aaah, that's the old redhead. No bitterness, no recrimination, just a good swift left to the jaw.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Orange juice, certainly.

Tracy Lord:
Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whisky and whiskies.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
No-no-no-no. I've just changed their colour, that's all. I'm going for the pale pastel shades now. There're more becoming of me.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.

Margaret Lord:
We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife.

Tracy Lord:
We just picked the wrong first husband.

Seth Lord:
You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman except the one essential: an understanding heart. And without that you might just as well be made of bronze.

Tracy Lord:
Oh, we're going to talk about me again, are we? Goody.

Sidney Kidd:
I understand we understand each other.

Macaulay Connor:
Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's heavy mist before my eyes.

Tracy Lord:
You haven't switched from liquor to dope, by any chance, have you Dexter?

Tracy Lord:
I never thought that alcohol would - Oh shut up.

Tracy Lord:
Dexter, say something.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Well, I...

Tracy Lord:
Oh, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Well, now, that's not conversation.

Macaulay Connor:
I would sell my grandmother for a drink - and you know how I love my grandmother.

George Kittredge:
You're like some marvelous, distant, well, queen, I guess. You're so cool and fine and always so much your own. There's a kind of beautiful purity about you, Tracy, like, like a statue.

Tracy Lord:
George...

George Kittredge:
Oh, it's grand, Tracy. It's what everybody feels about you. It's what I first worshipped you for from afar.

Tracy Lord:
I don't want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.

Tracy Lord:
You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good. And I'd make you most unhappy, most. That is, I'd do my best to.

Tracy Lord:
You seem quite contemptuous of me all of the sudden.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
No Red, not of you, never of you.

Macaulay Connor:
I don't think you're being fair to me, Mr. Kidd.

Sidney Kidd:
No?

Macaulay Connor:
No. You're treating me like you treat all your other writers.

Tracy Lord:
These stories are beautiful. Why, Mike, they're almost poetry.

Macaulay Connor:
Don't kid yourself, they are.

Dinah Lord:
Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here. Mother, how do you get smallpox?

Margaret Lord:
Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more?

Tracy Lord:
Only in bed, mother, and not always there.

Tracy Lord:
Aren't you coming Liz?

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie:
Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie:
Where's my wandering parakeet?

Macaulay Connor:
Tell four footmen to call me in time for lunch will you?

Tracy Lord:
You're just a mass of prejudices, aren't you? You're so much thought and so little feeling, Professor.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
I'm sorry, but I thought I better hit you before he did. He's in better shape than I am.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
Hello, friends and enemies.

George Kittredge:
I'm going to build you an ivory tower with my own two hands.

Tracy Lord:
Like fun you are.

Uncle Willie:
Must we ride in this thing? Wouldn't we be more comfortable on pogo sticks?

Sidney Kidd:
You really hate me, don't you Connor?

Macaulay Connor:
Oh no!

Macaulay Connor:
I don't like you very much though.

C. K. Dexter Haven:
The moon is also a goddess, chaste and virginal.

Tracy Lord:
Stop using those foul words.

Macaulay Connor:
Don't DO that!

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie:
I... I feel exactly as though I'd been pinched.

Seth Lord:
Don't you think you weren't.

Dinah Lord:
Oh, it won't rain. Tracy won't have it.

Macaulay Connor:
Uh-oh, Liz, what did I tell you? Look, how do you like this - living room, sitting room, terrace, pool, stables.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie:
That's probably so they can talk to the horses without having them in the house.

Librarian:
What is thy wish?

Macaulay Connor:
I'm looking for some local b - what'd you say?

Librarian:
What is thy wish?

Macaulay Connor:
Um, local biography or history.

Librarian:
If thee will consult with my colleague in there.

Macaulay Connor:
Mm-hm. Dost thou have a washroom?

Macaulay Connor:
Thank thee.