Sabrina

Thomas Fairchild:
You're still reaching for the moon.

Sabrina Fairchild:
No, father. The moon's reaching for me!

Baron St. Fontanel:
A woman happily in love, she burns the souffle. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven.

The Professor:
Bonjour, mesdames et monsiuers. Yesterday we have learned the correct way how to boil water. Today we will learn the correct way how to crack an egg. Voila! An egg. Now, an egg is not a stone; it is not made of wood, it is a living thing. It has a heart. So when we crack it, we must not torment it. We must be merciful and execute it quickly, like with the guillotine.

David Larrabee:
You don't live here!

Sabrina:
Yes, I do.

David Larrabee:
I live here!

Sabrina:
Hi, neighbor.

Linus Larrabee:
Look at me. Joe College, with a touch of arthritis.

Sabrina Fairchild:
Kiss me, David.

David Larrabee:
Love to, Sabrina.

Sabrina Fairchild:
Again. That's better.

David Larrabee:
What's wrong, darling? You're not worried about us, are you, because I'm not. So there'll be a big stink in the family. Who cares?

Sabrina Fairchild:
Hold me close, David.

David Larrabee:
We could build a raft and sail on the Pacific Ocean, like Kon Tiki. Or we could climb the highest mountain like Annapurna.

Sabrina Fairchild:
Keep talking, David. Keep talking.

Thomas Fairchild:
Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.

Thomas Fairchild:
I like to think of life as a limousine... though we are all riding together we must remember our places, there is a front seat and a back seat and a window in between.

Linus Larrabee:
After all, this is the 20th century, Father.

Oliver Larrabee:
Twentieth century? Why, I could pick a century out of a hat, blindfolded, and come up with a better one.

Linus Larrabee:
I wish I were dead with my back broken.

David Larrabee:
I've been trying to write her a poem. What rhymes with "glass"?

Linus Larrabee:
Glass... hmm... I know, "alas".

Oliver Larrabee:
Seems an awfully expensive way just to get a girl out of our hair.

Linus Larrabee:
What are you talking about? You can't even get a little olive out of a jar!

David Larrabee:
I thought you two had eloped! Well, that would be okay, but not in my car.

David Larrabee:
Morning, Linus. Where are you off to?

Linus Larrabee:
The office. Where do you think?

David Larrabee:
The office? On Sunday?

Linus Larrabee:
Today is Wednesday.

David Larrabee:
Wednesday?

Baron St. Fontanel:
You're in love. And I will venture to go a step further, you are unhappily in love.

Sabrina:
Does it show?

Baron St. Fontanel:
Very clearly. A woman happily in love, she burns the soufflé. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven. Am I correct?

Sabrina:
Yes. But I'm trying to get over it.

Baron St. Fontanel:
Why try to get over it? You speak of love like it was a bad cough.

Sabrina:
He doesn't even know I exist. I might as well be reaching for the moon.

Baron St. Fontanel:
The moon? [laughs] You young people, you are so old-fashioned! Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!

Sabrina:
But don't you see, Father? Everything has changed!

Father:
Nothing has changed. He's still David Larrabee, and you're still the chauffeur's daughter. And you're still reaching for the moon.

Sabrina:
No, Father. The moon is reaching for me.

[Linus and Sabrina are dancing]

Linus:
Sabrina?

Sabrina:
Mmm?

Linus:
If David were here now, you'd expect him to kiss you, wouldn't you?

Sabrina:
Mmm.

Linus:
Here's a kiss from David. [They kiss] It's all in the family.

Linus:
How do you say in French, "My sister has a yellow pencil"?

Sabrina:
"Ma sœur a un crayon jaune."

Linus:
How do you say, "My brother has a lovely girl"?

Sabrina:
"Mon frère a une gentille petite amie."

Linus:
And how do you say, "I wish I were my brother"?

Sabrina Fairchild:
[voiceover] I have learned so many things, Father. Not just how to make vichyssoise or calf's head with sauce vinaigrette, but a much more important recipe. I have learned how to live, how to be in the world and of the world, and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life, or from love, either.

Linus Larrabee:
Paris is for lovers. Maybe that's why I stayed only 35 minutes.