–I did it! I did it all!
–I have the feeling I’ve been through all this before, in another life.
1 – Alright publisher, take this. Quote: No hunter of buckshot in the rear is cagey crafty Connor :Unquote, close paragraph. 2 – Close job, close bank account.
1 – Are you still in love with her? Perhaps you consider that a very personal question. 2 – Not at all. 1 – Liz thinks you are. Liz thinks you are. But of course women like to romanti(hic)romanticize about things. 2 – Yes, they do don’t they? 1 – Yes they do don’t they. I don’t know, I can’t understand how you can of been married to her and still know so little about her. 2 – Can’t you? 1 – No I can’t you. (hic) I have the hiccups. I wonder if I might have another drink. 2 – Certainly.
1 – Doggone it CK Dexter Haven! Either I’m gonna sock you or your gonna sock me! 2 – Shall we toss a coin?
1 – I remember your honeymoon very well. You and she on a little sailboat. The ‘true love’, wasn’t it? 2 – That’s right, how did you know? 1 – I was the only photographer whose camera you didn’t smash. You were terribly nice about it. You threw it into the ocean. 2 – Yes, I had a strange idea that our honeymoon was our own business.
1 – I’m so glad you came! Can you use a typewriter? 2 – No thanks I have one at home.
1 – Uh-oh. Liz, what’d I tell you? Look, how do you like this (reads buttons on telephone) Living room, sitting room, terrace, pool, stables… 2 – That’s probably so they can talk to the horses without having them in the house.
1. What can I say to you? Tell me, darling.
2. Not anything – don’t say anything. And especially not ‘darling.’
1. What does thee wish? 2. A local biog–say that again. 1. What does thee wish? 2. A local biography. 1. If thee will consult with my coleague in there. 1. Thus thou have a washroom? Thank thee.
1. What kind of name is that? C.K. Dexter Haven?? 2. Macauly Conner is no home-spun tag, my pet.
1. You should take a swim. 2. A swim? A swim.. 1. THERE! Now they’re open!
1/ See ya soon, Red!
2/ See ya soon, Dex!
1/_ Quote… No hunter of buckshot in the rear is cagey crafty Connor…. Un-quote… Close paragraph!
2/_Close job… Close bank account.
1/_I think that dress hikes up a little behind.
2/_No, it’s me that does.
1/_Of course, in-as-much as you let us in for it in the first place.
2/_Oh, do keep that note out of your voice, Tracy. It’s very unattractive.
1/_Oh? How does your dancer friend talk? Or does she purr?
3/_Tracy!
2/_Oh, it’s quite all right, Margaret.
1/_Sweet and low, I suppose. Dulcet, very lady-like. You’ve got a heck of a nerve to come back here in your best-head-of-the-family manner and make stands and strike attitudes and criticize my fiancee and give orders and mess things up generally…
3/_Stop it instantly!
1/_I can’t help it. It’s sickening. As if he’d done nothing at all!
2/_Which happens to be the truth.
3/_Anyway, it’s not your affair, Tracy, if it concerns anyone. Well actually, I don’t know whom it concerns except your father.
2/_That’s very wise of you, Margaret. What most wives fail to realize is that their husband’s philandering has nothing whatever to do with them.
1/_Oh? Then, what has it to do with?
2/_A reluctance to grow old, I think. I suppose the best mainstay a man can have as he gets along in years is a daughter – the right kind of daughter.
1/_How sweet!
2/_No, no. I’m talking seriously about something I’ve thought over thoroughly. I’ve had to. I think a devoted young girl gives a man the illusion that youth is still his.
1/_Very important, I suppose.
2/_Oh, very, very. Because without her, he might be inclined to go out in search of his youth. And that’s just as important to him as it is to any woman. But with a girl of his own full of warmth for him, full of foolish, unquestioning, uncritical affection…..
1/_None of which I’ve got –
2/_None. You have a good mind, a pretty face, a disciplined body that does what you tell it to. You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman except the one essential – an understanding heart. And without that, you might just as well be made of bronze.
1/_(deeply hurt): That’s an *awful* thing to say to anyone.
2/_Yes, it is indeed.
1/_So, I’m to blame for Tina Mara, am I?
2/_T
1/_She’s so mean about Dexter.
2/_He was rather mean to her, my dear.
1/_Did he really sock her?
2/_Please, Dinah…..
1/_Did he really?
2/_Darling. You go out and wait in the car.
1/_The papers were full of *innundo*
2/_Of what?
1/_Of *innundo*… Cruelty and drunkenness, it said
1/_Sometimes, for your own sake Red… I think you should’ve stuck to me longer.
2/_I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon.
1/_Aaah, that’s the old redhead…no bitterness, no recrimination… just a good swift left to the jaw!
1/_The course of true love…
2/_…gathers no moss.
1/_This stinks.
2/_Don’t say stinks, darling. If absolutely necessary, smells, but only if absolutely necessary.
1/_Under what name do you publish?
2/_My own. Macauley Connor.
1/_What’s the *Macauley* for?
2/_Well, my father taught English History. I’m,… I’m Mike to my friends.
1/_Of whom you have many, I’m sure.
1.What’s this room? I’ve forgotten my compass. 2.I’d say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.
I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
I’m going crazy. I’m standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.
Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here! Mother, how do you get smallpox?
The prettiest sight in this fine pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
And the night you got drunk on champange and stood out on the roof wailing like a banshee, with your arms outstretched to the moon.
CK Dexter Haven!!!! Oh CK Dexter Haaaaveeen!!!
Dexter: Redhead- isn’t -she- in the pink, though!- -You- don’t look old enough to marry anyone, even for the first time- you never did!
Dinah: C’est vrai- absolument! Can you play the piano? I can. And sing at the same time. Listen-
Liz: What is this?
Mike: An idiot, probably. They happen in the best of families, especially in the best.
Dinah: Tell me one thing: don’t you think it’s stinking not at least -want- father?
Margaret: Yes, darling, between ourselves I think it’s good and stinking.
Dinah: Tell me one thing: don’t you think it’s stinking not at least to -want- Father?
Margaret: Yes, darling, between ourselves I think it’s good and stinking.
Dinah: You’re really a wicked old man, aren’t you Uncle Willie?
Do you play the piano? I can and sing at the same time. Listen..
I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wifes. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
Kidd – I understand we understand each other. Haven – Quite.
Liz: Wouldn’t you know you’d have to be rich as the Lords to live in a dump like this? Save me- it’s a Gilbert Stuart.
Mike: A what?
Liz: Catch me, Mike!
Mike: Faint to the left, will you?
Mike: I would sell my grandmother for a drink- and you know how I love my grandmother.
Mike: Oh, I am, am I?
Tracy: Yes, you am, are you!
Mike: There’s a magnificence in you Tracy, a magnificence that comes out of your eyes, that’s in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk. You’re lit from within, bright, bright, bright. There are fires banked down in you, hearthfires and holocausts-
Tracy: You-I don’t seem to you- made of bronze, then-
Mike: You’re made of flesh and blood- that’s the blank, unholy surprise of it. You’re the golden girl, Tracy, full of love and warmth and delight- What the hell’s this? You’ve got tears in your eyes.
Tracy: Shut up, shut up!- Oh, Mike- keep talking- keep talking! -Talk-, will you?
Mike: Whiskey’s a slap on the back and champagne’s heavy mist before your eyes.
My, she was yare.
No mean Machiavelli is our smiling cynical Sidney Kidd
No mean machiavelli is our smiling cynical Sidney Kidd….
Oh we’re gunna talk about *me* now are we? goody!
Oh, we’re going to talk about me, are we? Goody.
This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son!
Tracy: Hello! Isn’t it a fine day, though! Is everyone fine? That’s fine! My, I’m hearty.
Tracy: I thought it was for life but the nice judge gave me a full pardon.
Tracy: I’m going crazy. I’m standing here solidly on my own two hands going crazy.
Tracy: South Bend! It sounds like dancing, doesn’t it? You must have had a most happy childhood there.
Mike: It was terrific.
Tracy: I’m so glad.
Mike: I don’t mean it that way.
Tracy: I’m so sorry.
Tracy: Thank you, Mike. I think men are wonderful.
Liz: The little dears.
Uncle Willie: Miss Imbrie, you are a dream of loveliness. A cocktail or champagne?
Liz: Thanks, champagne. I’ve never had enough.
Uncle Willie: You will tonight.
With the rich and mighty, always a little patience.
Yes Professor.
You’ll never be a first class human being or a first class woman until you’ve learned to have some regard for human frailty
You’re the worst kind there is, an intellectual snob.
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