Cary GrantQuotes

Angelo Donatello: My brother once took a dame like that to the Sons of Italy Ball. Boom: he's married.

Tom Winters: Oh, boom.

Angelo Donatello: And ever since, he's been having sons of Italy all over the place. You know what I mean? Six kids, doctor bills, his wife getting fat and sloppy. I mean, who needs it?

Angelo Donatello: Did you make up your mind about the boat? Do you want to rent? Do you want to buy? Do you want to make a deal?

Tom Winters: It's a leaky, broken-down soggy derelict that'll probably sink and dump us all in the river. But I wouldn't think of living any other place.

Tom Winters: How are you and John getting along these days?

Carolyn Gibson: Well, it's one of those modern marriages. Electric blankets and everything.

Cinzia Zaccardi: You see? When a fish comes, the bell rings and announces his arrival. Isn't it nice?

Tom Winters: Very nice. But tell me, do you think if you attach one end to a dust rag, the fish might dust the furniture for you?

Tom Winters: Go to your room. You're not gonna get anything to eat tonight.

David Winters: Thanks. I'm trying to lose weight.

Tom Winters: Everything is constantly changing. So perhaps when our souls leave our bodies, we go back into God's universe in the security of being part of all life again and of all nature. So, for all we know, that sort of life after death may be very beautiful.

David Winters: If you say so. Hey, Pop.

Tom Winters: What?

David Winters: Don't do anything beautiful for a while, will you?

Tom Winters: I'll try not to.

David Winters: And give up smoking. It's bad for older people.

Tom Winters: I know how you feel. But nothing ever stays exactly the same. Everything changes. Everybody has to leave. Everybody, sooner or later, and it's not so bad. Everything's different, but it's not so bad. You'll all be leaving me before long, and I have to get used to that. You can't remain children forever, no matter how much you want to.

Elizabeth Winters: Oh, why do you talk so much?

Tom Winters: I think I should apologize for the behavior of the upper classes in America.

Cinzia Zaccardi: They behave like the upper classes in Italy, also the lower classes.

Tom Winters: You'll get a spanking you'll never forget.

Cinzia Zaccardi: Oh, yes. A spanking solves so many things. Or a slap in the face. It's so much easier than understanding.

Tom Winters: I'm delighted you're the belle of the ball, but may I have this next dance?

Cinzia Zaccardi: Oh, yes.

Tom Winters: My recollection is a little hazy, but I believe I'm the fellow who brought you.

Cinzia Zaccardi: Oh, yes, you are the stuffy one.

Tom Winters: How long is it since you had a bath?

Cinzia Zaccardi: Che cosa?

Tom Winters: A bath! You look as if you need a good scrubbing.

Cinzia Zaccardi: Where is their mother?

Tom Winters: What did you say?

Cinzia Zaccardi: Their mother?

Tom Winters: You are looking at her. I'm a little new at the job.

Tom Winters: Well, you must have had a lot of experience raising children.

Cinzia Zaccardi: No, I have no experience. But I know when a little child is unhappy. I know, and how I know, when a father is unreasonable. Try to be a parent, not a policeman.

Tom Winters: I don't know what you know about parents. But I imagine you've had a wide acquaintance amongst policemen.

Tom Winters: I'll have to call one if you keep that up.

Tom Winters: It happens that I care. I don't want my kids parceled out like cabbages.

Tom Winters: Think what the world would be like if nothing ever died. There'd be no room for the new and the young and beautiful that's being born all the time.

Tom Winters: Cinzia, come on. Your date is here, straining at the leash.

Captain Cummings: I'm sorry you think more of your diamonds than you do of your soul.

Lady Lou: I'm sorry you think more of my soul than you do of my diamonds.

Captain Cummings: You bad girl.

Lady Lou: Mmm, you'll find out.

Captain Cummings: Well, surely you don't mind my holding your hand?

Lady Lou: It ain't heavy - I can hold it myself.

Captain Cummings: Haven't you ever met a man that could make you happy?

Lady Lou: Sure, lots of times.

Jerry Warriner: [''to Barbara''] You can't have a happy married life if you're always suspicious. No. There can't be any doubts in marriage. Marriage is based on faith and if you've lost that, you've lost everything.

Jerry Warriner: [''to Lucy''] I certainly acted like a prized lunatic and I'm sorry…Nothing except the most ridiculous and sickening exhibition mortal man ever made of himself. Oh, I don't know why I act like that….The main idea is, do you accept my apology? Aside from making a blue-ribbon sap of myself today, I must have embarrassed you beyond words. You took it fine, though.

Jerry Warriner: Oh, I've heard everything. I'm going out to get some popcorn and pink lemonade. I've just seen a three-ring circus.

Jerry Warriner: [''to Daniel''] Take good care of her. Maybe you'll succeed where I failed. And I'm sure that the three of you will be very happy out where the West begins. If you ever think of me, send me a postcard. Just say, Having a wonderful time! I'll understand.

Jerry Warriner: So you two are gonna be married. I was glad to hear that. I said to myself, That Leeson's just the man for Lucy.

Jerry Warriner: Perhaps our marriage doesn't mean anything to you?…Perhaps you have no sentiment left for me.

Jerry Warriner: I wish Lucy would go out and get some fun for herself now and again. It would do her good. That's the trouble with most marriages today. People are always imagining things. The road to Reno is paved with suspicions. And the first thing you know, they all end up in a divorce court.

Jerry Warriner: Well, I'm gonna be tanned and Lucy's not gonna be embarrassed. And what wives don't know won't hurt them.

Jerry Warriner: I've gotta get a deep Florida tan if it takes all afternoon…All aboard for Miami, Palm Beach and points south.

Leopold Dilg: Oh, Tilney, I'm very hungry. Do you think you could find a chicken leg or something I can nibble on as I ride?

Michael Lightcap: That's alright Tilney. A whole chicken. He has an enormous appetite.

Leopold Dilg: With these indoor habits of yours, you've got the complexion of a gravel pit.

Michael Lightcap: You know, Joseph, you're no oil painting yourself.

Leopold Dilg: I don't approve of, but I like people who think in terms of ideal conditions. They're the dreamers, poets, tragic figures in this world, but interesting.

Leopold Dilg: Well, it's a form of self-expression. Some people write books. Some people write music. I make speeches on street corners.

Leopold Dilg: What is the law? It's a gun pointed at somebody's head. All depends upon which end of the gun you stand, whether the law is just or not.

Leopold Dilg: Stop saying "Leopold" like that, tenderly. It sounds funny. You can't do it with a name like Leopold.

Roger Thornhill: Mother, this is your son, Roger Thornhill...No, no, Mother. I have not been drinking. No, no. These two men, they poured a whole bottle of bourbon into me. No, they didn't give me a chaser.

Roger Thornhill: Ah, Maggie, in the world of advertising, there's no such thing as a lie. There's only the expedient exaggeration. You ought to know that.

Walter Burns: [on the phone] Well Butch, where are you?...Well, what are you doing there? Haven't you even started?...Listen, it's a matter of life and death!...Well, you can't stop for a dame now! I don't care if you've been after her for six years. Butch - our whole lives are at stake! Are you going to let a woman come between us after all we've been through?...Butch, I'd put my arm in fire for you, up to here. Now you can't double-cross me...Put her on, I'll talk to her. Oh, good evening madam. Now listen, you ten-cent glamour girl. You can't keep Butch away from his duty!

Walter Burns: No, no, never mind the Chinese earthquake for heaven's sake...Look, I don't care if there's a million dead...No, no, junk the Polish Corridor...Take all those Miss America pictures off Page Six...Take Hitler and stick him on the funny page...No, no, leave the rooster story alone - that's human interest.

Walter Burns: [to Bruce] You're getting a great little girl for yourself...You're getting something else too, Bruce, you're getting a great newspaperman ... One of the best I ever knew. Sorry to see her go. Darn sorry, Hildy.

Walter Burns: I wish you hadn't done that, Hildy...Divorce me. Makes a fellow lose all faith in himself...Almost gives him a feeling he wasn't wanted.

Walter Burns: Tell him if he'll reprieve Earl Williams, we'll support him for senator. Tell him the Morning Post will be behind him hook, line, and sinker.

T.R. Devlin: [to Alex, while carrying Alicia] I'm taking her to the hospital to get the poison out of her...How'd you like your friends downstairs to know? They've yet to be told...You haven't forgotten what they did to Emil, have you Sebastian?...You've got your chance here and now. Tell them who she is.

T.R. Devlin: She wasn't drunk, she was sick. Maybe that's why she hasn't shown up. She looked like the ragged end of nowhere.

T.R. Devlin: I don't know if she'll do it...Well, I don't think she's that type of woman.

Mortimer Brewster: [last lines] No, no. I'm not a Brewster. I'm the son of a sea-cook! Ha! Ha!

Mortimer Brewster: [watching the fighting, lighting up a cigarette; watching the police trying to bring down Jonathan with a shoe; Jonathan collapses] I got the papers signed — papers are all signed, what do I care? Go ahead — fight, fight. Oh, don't do that. It never works. What do you know? it worked!

Mortimer Brewster: Certainly there are thirteen bodies in the cellar and there are hundreds more in the attic!

Mortimer Brewster: [Meeting with Dr. Gilchrist in the cemetery] Pull up a tombstone!

Mortimer Brewster: [trying to make Jonathan leave] Now, here's ten dollars. Why don't you be a good sport and go out and haunt yourself a hotel?

Mortimer Brewster: All I did was cross the bridge and I was in Brooklyn. Amazing.

Mortimer Brewster: [on the telephone; throws down the phone in disgust] Yes, operator, I'd like the Happy Dale Sanatorium, Happy Dale, New York. Come on, operator, what's taking so long? They're just across the river. I could swim it faster! No, I don't want the Happy Dale Laundry. I want the Happy Dale Sanatorium. Sanatorium, sanatorium, sanatorium. Yes, yes, like a broken record. Hello — what? They're busy? Busy? Look, they're busy and you're dizzy. No, I am not drunk, madam, but you've given me an idea.

Mortimer Brewster: [singing] There is a Happy Dale, far, far away...

Mortimer Brewster: [explaining to Elaine why they shouldn't be married] You wouldn't want to have children with three heads, would you? I mean, you wouldn't want to set up housekeeping in a padded cell. Oh, it would be bad.

Mortimer Brewster: [to Jonathan, who has some resemblance Frankenstein's monster] Where did you get that face? Hollywood?

Mortimer Brewster: [on telephone; Hangs up] Hello... Operator? Can you hear my voice? You can? Are you sure? Well, then I must be here.

Mortimer Brewster: Even the cat's in on it!

Mortimer Brewster: [to his aunts] This is developing into a very bad habit! I don't know if I can explain it to you. It's not only against the law, it's wrong!

Mortimer Brewster: [to Dr. Einstein] Stop underplaying, I can't hear you!

Mortimer Brewster: [to elderly guest] You... Get out of here! D'ya wanna be poisoned? D'ya wanna be murdered? D'ya wanna be killed?

Mortimer Brewster: When I come back, I expect to find you gone. Wait for me!

Mortimer Brewster: Insanity runs in my family. It practically gallops.