Sullivan's Travels

The Girl:
I liked you better as a bum.

John L. Sullivan:
I can't help what kind of people you like.

John L. Sullivan:
There's a lot to be said for making people laugh. Did you know that that's all some people have?

Burrows:
Good morning, sir.

Burrows:
I don't like it at all, sir. Fancy dress, I take it?

John L. Sullivan:
What's the matter with it?

Burrows:
I have never been sympathetic to the caricaturing of the poor and nedy, sir.

John L. Sullivan:
Who's caricaturing?

John L. Sullivan:
I'm going out on the road to find out what it's like to be poor and needy and then I'm going to make a picture about it.

Burrows:
If you'll permit me to say so, sir, the subject is not an interesting one. The poor know all about poverty and only the morbid rich would find the topic glamorous.

John L. Sullivan:
But I'm doing it for the poor. Don't you understand?

Burrows:
I doubt if they would appreciate it, sir. They rather resent the invasion of their privacy, I believe quite properly, sir. Also, such excursions can be extremely dangerous, sir. I worked for a gentleman once who likewise, with two friends, accoutered themselves as you have, sir, and then went out for a lark. They have not been heard from since.

Burrows:
You see, sir, rich people and theorists - who are usually rich people - think of poverty in the negative, as the lack of riches - as disease might be called the lack of health. But it isn't, sir. Poverty is not the lack of anything, but a positive plague, virulent in itself, contagious as cholera, with filth, criminality, vice and despair as only a few of its symptoms. It is to be stayed away from, even for purposes of study. It is to be shunned.

LeBrand:
It died in Pittsburgh.

Hadrian:
Like a dog!

John L. Sullivan:
Aw, what do they know in Pittsburgh...

Hadrian:
They know what they like.

John L. Sullivan:
If they knew what they liked, they wouldn't live in Pittsburgh!

Policeman at Beverly Hills station:
How does the girl fit into the story?

John L. Sullivan:
There's always a girl in the story. What's the matter, don't you go to the movies?