Mary AstorQuotes

Dolores de Muro: I shall see you again.

Don Cesar de Vega: You presume.

Dolores de Muro: I assume.

Nancy Gibson: And you said you wouldn't help me.

Sir Guy: I've always been a very weak character. You know, as a matter of fact, you have an extremely nice husband.

Nancy: Now you know why I fought so hard, not to lose him.

Guy: You can't ever lose a man who really loves you, and you can't hold a man who doesn't. And so, my dear, even though we'll never meet again, you'll never quite succeed in losing me.

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: 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.

Nancy Gibson: [On the phone, with the 'other woman' (i.e. Peggy Preston, whom her husband Donald intends to marry just as soon as Nancy consents to a divorce); Listens.; Listens; Struggling to hold it together.; Listens.] How do you do, Miss Preston. Thank you. I'm delighted also. ... That's charming of you. I was wondering whether you and your mother would like to spend the weekend with us. Yes, I'm afraid it is rather necessary. You see, it seems to be the only way out of ... an awkward situation. Why, of course; I'd love to have you. You see, Don and I have a ... perfect understanding. And he suggested .. well, he thought that if you came down here, it would ... avoid a possible ... scandal. You know. Yes, scandal. You're sweet. I knew you'd appreciate my position.

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?

Nancy Gibson: [Emerging from a brief catnap, she first turns to see an empty deck chair, then looks up just in time to acknowledge her traveling companion's return.] Well, did you find out?

Sir Guy Harrington: Yes, the captain assures me we'll dock by noon tomorrow.

Gibson: Oh, then we are making up time. I was so afraid we'd be late.

Harrington: So you're really... happy to be getting home.

Gibson: Oh, so happy.

Harrington: Just what does home mean to you, if I may ask?

Gibson: Why, it means ... everything I love! ... My house, my garden ... my husband...

Harrington: [Pauses to take a drag on his cigarette.] By Jove, I believe you mean it. It's most refreshing.

Gibson: [Turns and regards her traveling companion quizzically.] What's refreshing?

Harrington: Oh, to find, in this day and age, a woman who truly loves her husband. You know, I thought all American women were restless and dissatisfied.

Gibson: That just shows you haven't been to America.

Harrington: No, but I've met a good number of your countrywomen on the continent.

Gibson: Well, that accounts for it; our happy women stay home.

Harrington: [Gently] You didn't.

Gibson: Oh, but that's different: my mother was ill in Paris, they cabled for me, now she's all right.

Harrington: You know, I must meet this exceptional husband of yours.

Gibson: [Smiles] He'll be on the dock tomorrow.

Harrington: [Takes another drag, ruefully conceding his defeat.; This elicits one more quizzical sidelong glance before Gibson laughs along with Sir Guy, perhaps belatedly grasping what has just taken place.] Aren't husbands the faithful old things.

Brigid O'Shaughnessy: I haven’t lived a good life—I’ve been bad.

Brigid O'Shaughnessy: I’ve always been a liar.