The Philadelphia Story1940

George:
You know, we're gonna represent something, Tracy, you and I in our home, something straight, sound, and fine. Then perhaps your friend Mr. Haven will be somewhat less condescending.

Tracy:
George, you, you don't really mind him, do you? I mean, the fact of him...I mean...that he ever was my lord and master. That we ever were...

George:
I don't believe he ever was, Tracy, not really. I don't believe that anyone ever was - or ever will be. That's the wonderful thing about you, Tracy.

Tracy:
What? How?

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

Tracy:
George -

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

Tracy:
George, listen -

George:
First, now, and always! Only from a little nearer now, eh, darling!

Tracy:
I-I don't want to be worshiped. I want to be loved!

George:
Well, you're that too, Tracy. Oh, you're that all right.

Tracy:
I mean really loved.

George:
But that goes without saying, Tracy.

Tracy:
No. No, now it's you who doesn't see what I mean.