The Philadelphia Story (1940)

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The Philadelphia Story is a 1940 film about a bride-to-be whose plans are complicated by the simultaneous arrival into her life of two cynical but romantic men: her ex-husband, and a journalist.

Directed by George Cukor. Written by Philip Barry (play), Donald Ogden Stewart and Waldo Salt.
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C. K. Dexter Haven

  • Hello, friends and enemies.
  • I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
  • I'm sorry, but I thought I better hit you before he did. He's in better shape than I am.
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- Tracy Samantha Lord -

  • Oh, we're going to talk about me again, are we? Goody.
  • You haven't switched from liquor to dope, by any chance, have you Dexter?
  • Put me in your pocket, Mike.
  • [to Mike] You're just a mass of prejudices, aren't you? You're so much thought and so little feeling, Professor.
  • [drunk] My feet are made of clay. Made of clay, did you know? Good niiiggghhhttt little man!
  • I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy.
  • The time to make up your mind about people is never.
  • You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good. And I'd make you most unhappy, most. That is, I'd do my best to.
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Macaulay 'Mike' Connor

  • The prettiest sight in this fine pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
  • [to the butler] The Queen will have bread and honey at the usual time.
  • Tell four footmen to call me in time for lunch will you?
  • [drunk, to cab driver] Well, this is where Cinderella gets off! Now you hurry back to the ball before you turn into a pumpkin and six white mice — goodbye!
  • Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's heavy mist before my eyes.
  • I'm testing the air. I like it but it doesn't like me.
  • I would sell my grandmother for a drink — and you know how I love my grandmother.
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Other

Uncle Willie: [hungover] Awww... this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed.
Elizabeth 'Liz Imbrie: Oh it's all right Tracy. We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.
Sidney Kidd: I understand we understand each other.
Seth Lord: [to Tracy] 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.
Dinah Lord: [melodramatric] Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here! Mother, how do you get smallpox?
Liz: [of Mike] Where's my wandering parakeet?
Willie: Must we ride in this thing? Wouldn't we be more comfortable on pogo sticks?
Dinah: Oh, it won't rain. Tracy won't have it.
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Dialogue

Tracy: Hello you.
Mike: Hello you.
Tracy: You look fine.
Mike: I feel fine.
Margaret: The course of true love...
Mike: ...gathers no moss.
Liz: What's this room? I've forgotten my compass.
Mike: I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.
Mike: [on telephone] This is the Bridal Suite. Would you send up a couple of caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer?
Margaret: [on other end] What? Who is this?
Mike: This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son!
Margaret: Hello? Hello?
Tracy: What's the matter?
Margaret: [brightly] I think one of the servants has been at the sherry again.
Mike: Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven. Either I'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me.
Dexter: Shall we toss a coin?
[Dexter has just proposed to Tracy]
Tracy: Oh, Dexter, you're not doing it just to soften the blow?
Dexter: No.
Tracy: Nor to save my face?
Dexter: Oh, it's a nice little face.
Tracy: Oh Dexter, I'll be yar now, I promise to be yar.
Dexter: Be whatever you like, you're my redhead.
Tracy: You hardly know him.
Dexter: To hardly know him is to know him well.
Dexter: Of course, Mr. Connor, she's a girl who is generous to a fault.
Tracy: To a fault.
Dexter: Except to other people's faults.
Dexter: Sometimes, for your own sake, Red, I think you should've stuck to me longer.
Tracy: I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon.
Dexter: Aaah, that's the old redhead. No bitterness, no recrimination, just a good swift left to the jaw.
Mike: [of Tracy] What are her leading characteristics?
Dexter: [pointedly] She has a horror of men who wear their hats in the house.
Liz: Leading characteristics to be filled in later.
Mike: I can fill them in right now: the rich, rapacious, American female. There's no other country where she exists.
Liz: And would I change places with Tracy Samantha Lord for all her wealth and beauty? Oh boy just ask me.
[Mike has discovered the list of telephones in the Lord's house]
Mike: Uh-oh, Liz, what did I tell you? Look, how do you like this: living room, sitting room, terrace, pool, stables...
Liz: That's probably so they can talk to the horses without having them in the house.
Librarian: What is thy wish?
Mike: I'm looking for some local b— what'd you say?
Librarian: What is thy wish?
Mike: Um, local biography or history.
Librarian: If thee will consult with my colleague in there.
Mike: Mm-hm. Dost thou have a washroom?
[the librarian points]
Mike: Thank thee.
Mike: Tracy.
Tracy: What do you want?
Mike: You're wonderful. There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.
Tracy: Now I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I — Mike? Let's...
Mike: Yeah?
Tracy: I don't know — go up, I guess, it's late.
Mike: A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts.
Tracy: I don't seem to you made of bronze?
Mike: No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. You're the golden girl, Tracy. Full of life and warmth and delight. What goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.
Tracy: Shut up, shut up. Oh, Mike. Keep talking, keep talking. Talk, will you?
Liz: We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor.
Dexter: I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter?
Liz: No, thanks, I've got one at home.
Margaret: Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more?
Tracy: Only in bed, mother, and not always there
Tracy: Aren't you coming Liz?
Liz: Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.
Mike: [drunk] You going my way miss?
Tracy: [drunk] That's "Miss Goddess" to you.
Mike: Okay, Miss Goddess To Me.
Sidney: You really hate me, don't you Connor?
Mike: Oh no! [pause] I don't like you very much though.
Mike: [to Sidney] Quote: No hunter of buckshot in the rear is cagey, crafty Connor. Un-quote. Close paragraph.
Liz: Close job. Close bank account.
Dexter: The moon is also a goddess, chaste and virginal.
Tracy: Stop using those foul words.
Margaret: Are you one of the musicians?
Mike: No!
Margaret: Oh, of course, you're Junius's friend. Only you're not. Do you have any violin strings?
Mike: I have an aspirin. Will that work?
Margaret: I don't think so; It's for a violin. Oh well, no matter!
Dexter: Orange juice, certainly.
Tracy: Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whisky and whiskies.
Dexter: No-no-no-no. I've just changed their colour, that's all. I'm going for the pale pastel shades now. There're more becoming of me.
Margaret: We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife.
Tracy: We just picked the wrong first husband.
Tracy: Dexter, say something.
Dexter: Well, I...
Tracy: Oh, I'm such an unholy mess of a girl.
Dexter: Well, now, that's not conversation.
George Kittredge: You're like some marvelous, distant, well, queen, I guess. You're so cool and fine 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 worshipped you for from afar.
Tracy: I don't want to be worshipped. I want to be loved.
Tracy: You seem quite contemptuous of me all of the sudden.
Dexter: No Red, not of you, never of you.
Mike: I don't think you're being fair to me, Mr. Kidd.
Sidney: No?
Mike: No. You're treating me like you treat all your other writers
Tracy: These stories are beautiful. Why, Mike, they're almost poetry.
Mike: Don't kid yourself, they are.
Mike: It can't be anything like love, can it?
Tracy: No, no, it can't be.
Mike: Would it be inconvenient?
Tracy: Terribly.
Mike: Oh Tracy darling...
Tracy: Mike...
Mike: What can I say to you? Tell me darling.
Tracy: Not anything — don't say anything. And especially not "darling".
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Taglines

  • Uncle Leo's bedtime story for you older tots! The things they do among the playful rich — Oh, boy!
  • Broadway's howling year-run comedy hit of the snooty society beauty who slipped and fell — IN LOVE!
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