Splendor

Clancey Lorrimore:
Force him? I'd marry her twenty million, if she had two heads and a clubbed foot!

Martin Deering:
Aren't you going in the pool?

Clarissa:
Oh, certainly not! It's much more clever to stay dressed and make people think how wonderful I'd be undressed.

Phyllis Manning Lorrimore:
Some tea then?

Mrs. Emmeline Lorrimore:
Tea? Your Granny's hind leg! I've just come from one cocktail party and I'm on my way to another!

Brighton Lorrimore:
Pretty gay I call that.

Mrs. Emmeline Lorrimore:
What did Brighton do? What did he do!

Clancey Lorrimore:
Well, to put it simply, Mother, he socked me right in the puss.

Clancey Lorrimore:
Now, if you would only see that you and I would make a much better combination than you and Brighton.

Edith Gilbert:
We'd be terrible. I'm Kansas and your Oxford-accent gives me a pain in the neck.

Clancey Lorrimore:
Why, I'd even cut that out for you, old thing.

Major Ballinger:
I say, don't splash me up. Do you mind? I'm not dressed for this.

Brighton Lorrimore:
Well, why aren't you?

Major Ballinger:
Well, I'm an excellent swimmer, old friend; but I don't look my best in a bathing suit.

Brighton Lorrimore:
Well, you certainly do, Lena. Why aren't you in?

Lena Limering:
Oh, I never go in the water, too. But, I adore the air on my body.

Major Ballinger:
It doesn't sound quite proper to me.

Clarissa:
Why talk about husbands? Unless you had something constructive to offer, like how to keep them from getting fat or bald headed.