Edward Everett HortonQuotes

Donald Gibson: One spade.

Billy Ross: Two spades.

Peggy Preston: Three spades.

Nancy Gibson: I pass

Donald: [Lengthy deliberation, clearly distracted by the presence of Sir Guy Harrington, who plays piano while the others play cards.] Four of spades.

Peggy: Three would've put us out.

Donald: Oh, I'm sorry.

Peggy: Don always does that; he never bids to the score.

Donald: I said I was sorry, didn't I?

Peggy: Lot of good that would do you with some partners. They'd snap your head off.

Billy: But not you. You just smile and hold your tongue. Atta girl!

Peggy Preston: Mrs. Gibson's a lucky girl.

Billy Ross: You mean getting rid of Don?

Peggy: Silly. A Baron is nothing to sneeze at.

Billy: Well, I don't know. I've never sneezed at one.

Peggy: Mother and I were going to England. Had our passports, even. And then something happened.

Billy: Don?

Peggy: Mm hmm.

Billy: Well, I don't blame you. Don's a fine chap, and just as soon as he gets out of this jam he's in...

Peggy: Jam?!! What jam?

Billy: Why, I thought he told you.

Peggy: Business?

Billy: Uh huh. But I guess when you're in love, you don't think about such things.

Peggy: No, you don't. ... Silly not to, though.

Billy: You said it! Because no matter who you marry, you'll get tired of him. And you get twice as tired, twice as quick if you marry a poor man.

Peggy: Don isn't poor?!!

Billy: Poor? With a girl like you? I should say not.

Peggy Preston: It was sweet of you to show me around the place. It's just too fascinating.

Nancy Gibson: It is lovely, isn't it?

Peggy: Yes, it really is. You know.... I never dreamed that I...

Nancy: My grandfather gave it to me as a present. He said, "No matter what happens to you, child, you'll always have a roof over you." I'm afraid Don will miss it. But after all, true love in a cottage is much better, isn't it?

Donald Gibson: Well, we thought you were never coming back.

Peggy: You really shouldn't leave me alone with Mrs. Gibson. She puts wicked ideas into my head.

Billy Ross: Ha ha ha... Impossible.

Peggy: She's been telling me more of her fascinating experiences in Paris.

Donald: Oh, now, let's be accurate. You mean her mythical experiences.

Nancy: Isn't he the perfect husband? No matter what you do, my dear, he'll always believe in you.

Nancy Gibson: [Following the sudden and unmistakably furious exit of her sister-in-law Sally Ross, clearly unable to stomach the combined presence of her brother with his new girl friend and would-be mother-in-law] You mustn't mind Mrs. Ross. She's been disappointed in love.

Billy Ross: She has not!

Mrs. Preston: I hope we didn't say anything.

Ross: You haven't said a thing. Sally's always like that when she's in the country.

Mrs. Preston: I like the country. Don't you like the country, Mr. Ross?

Ross: Yes ... when I'm in the city.

Nancy: Oh, here's the tea. Will you pour, Peggy?

Peggy Preston: I suppose I might as well get used to it.

Mrs. Preston: Aren't you having tea, Mr. Ross?

Billy Ross: I never touch it. My doctor tells me it's poison.

Mrs. Preston: Really?

Ross: I'll get you some.

Billy Ross: A wife should stick to her husband. If she doesn't, some other woman will.

Nancy Gibson: But Don has never been like that.

Billy: All men are like that. You marry them. You put them in cages. You lock them up every night and you say, "Oh, see? My nice tame husband." But you just leave him for a while and see what happens?

Billy Ross: It's simple. You shower Don with love. Peggy's smart. She makes him reach for it.

Egbert Fitzgerald: Guy, you're not pining for that girl?!

Guy Holden: Pining? Men don't pine. Girls pine. Men just... suffer.

Guy Holden: I wonder if she resented me tearing her skirt?

Egbert Fitzgerald: Well, I wouldn't at all be surprised. That's the usual reaction. What did you do that for?

Guy Holden: She couldn't move.

Egbert Fitzgerald: Sounds very unsporting of you, Guy, really!

Guy Holden: Well, you don't understand... uh... it was an accident.

Egbert Fitzgerald: It usually is.

Egbert Fitzgerald: And now, Tonetti, remember: I want delicacy, tact, assurance, finesse.

Tonetti: I've brought everything.

Tonetti: Rodolfo Tonetti at your service.

Egbert Fitzgerald: Yes... well, I am Mr. Fitzgerald.

Tonetti: [shaking hands] Mr. Fitzgerald? Oh, I'm delightful!

Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh, I shouldn't doubt it, old man, I shouldn't doubt it. But, don't you think that a corespondent ought to come to work quieter? Let's have more repose and less Rigoletto.

Tonetti: Ha, I am ready for action, and I will do a first-class job.

Egbert Fitzgerald: Well, don't be too determined about it. Remember, the lady in question is very sensitive, and you must treat her accordingly.

Tonetti: Bene, whichever way the wind she is blowing, that is the way I sail.

Aunt Hortense: [Going with Mimi to check into the hotel] Oh, Egbert, are you coming with us?

Egbert Fitzgerald: What? Hortense, oh my. You can't remain with her. This is supposed to be a clandestine affair. You can't have a clandestine affair between three people!