Saturday, December 24, 2016

On the Twenty-Fourth DaY of TiZmas

On the Twenty-fourth DaY of TiZmas, TiZ reveals to you...

24 of my fav quotes from THE PHILADELPHIA STORY.

Tracy Lord: 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. 

Margaret Lord: Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more? 
Tracy Lord: Only in bed, mother, and not always there. 

Macaulay Connor: [drunk] You going my way miss? 
Tracy Lord: [drunk] That's "Miss Goddess" to you 
Macaulay Connor: Okay, Miss Goddess To Me. 

Dinah Lord: Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here. Mother, how do you get smallpox?

C. K. Dexter Haven: Sometimes, for your own sake, Red, I think you should've stuck to me longer. 
Tracy Lord: I thought it was for life, but the nice judge gave me a full pardon. 
C. K. Dexter Haven: Aaah, that's the old redhead. No bitterness, no recrimination, just a good swift left to the jaw.

Tracy Lord: Aren't you coming Liz? 
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.

Tracy Lord: [normal voice] Hello, Dexter. 
[lower voice]
Tracy Lord: Hello, George. 
[high childish voice]
Tracy Lord: Hello, Mike.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor. 
C. K. Dexter Haven: I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter? 
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: No, thanks, I've got one at home.

George Kittredge: [to horse] What's the matter, Bessie? You seem worried. 
Dinah Lord: Maybe that's because his name is Jack.

Margaret Lord: I think that dress hikes up a little behind... 
Dinah Lord: No, it's me that does.

Uncle Willie: Must we ride in this thing? Wouldn't we be more comfortable on pogo sticks?

Uncle Willie: [hung over, moans as the pony cart Dinah's driving hits a bump]
Dinah Lord: What's wrong? 
Uncle Willie: Oh, nothing, nothing. My head just fell off, that's all.

Tracy Lord: The time to make up your mind about people is never. 

Librarian: What is thee wish? 
Macaulay Connor: I'm looking for some local b - what'd you say? 
Librarian: What is thee wish? 
Macaulay Connor: Um, local biography or history. 
Librarian: If thee will consult with my colleague in there. 
Macaulay Connor: Mm-hm. Dost thou have a washroom? 
[the librarian points]
Macaulay Connor: Thank thee. 

C. K. Dexter Haven: 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. 

Margaret Lord: The course of true love... 
Macaulay Connor: ...gathers no moss. 

Tracy Lord: Mac the night watchman is a prince among men, Uncle Willie is a... pincher. Upper and lower my eye. I'll take the lower, thanks. 

Tracy Lord: I never knew such a man.
Macaulay Connor: You wouldn't be likely to, from where you sit! 

Macaulay Connor: Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven. Either I'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me. 
C. K. Dexter Haven: Shall we toss a coin? 

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Where's my wandering parakeet?  

Tracy Lord: Put me in your pocket, Mike

Macaulay Connor: I'm testing the air. I like it but it doesn't like me. 

Macaulay Connor: I would sell my grandmother for a drink - and you know how I love my grandmother.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh it's all right Tracy. We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.

Uncle Willie: [hung over] Awww... this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed. 


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