The Philadelphia Story1940

Dexter:
Orange juice, certainly.

Tracy:
Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whiskey and whiskeys.

Dexter:
No, no, no, no. I've just changed their color, that's all. I'm going for the pale pastel shades now. They're more becoming to me. How about you, Mr. Connor? You drink, don't you? Alcohol, I mean.

Mike:
Oh, a little.

Dexter:
A little, 'little.' And you a writer? I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time, I think I secretly wanted to be a writer.