Noel FrancisQuotes

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!

Mrs. Preston: Did he make advances?

Peggy Preston: He's just a canary without a cage.

Mrs. Preston: Well, I must say. Do you think it's quite proper?

Peggy: I hope you're not shocked.

Mrs. Preston: My baby mustn't leave herself open to wagging tongues. Well, I'd better get dressed for dinner.

Peggy: Oh, I forgot to tell you, mom. You're not well enough to go to dinner tonight.

Mrs. Preston: Well enough?!! I never felt..

Peggy: [Interrupting] Mm mmm! You're a sick woman, Mom. You're having one of your spells.

Mrs. Preston: No such thing. I absolutely refuse.

Peggy: I'm awfully sorry for you, mom. Everybody's sorry. I did so want to leave with Don tonight. But with you laid up in bed...

Mrs. Preston: I'm not in bed. I'll not be a party to any such...

Peggy: [Talking over her.] I'm afraid I'll have to stay around and see some more of that fascinating Sir Guy. He has a way with him, that one.

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.

Linda: You've got plenty of what it takes to pull an escape from that place.

Jim: I'm not safe yet. Not until I'm out of the state.

Linda: If there's anything I can do to help you, just say the word.

Jim: Thanks, but there's nothing you can do.

Linda: How about a drink?

Jim: Nope.

Linda: You don't mind if I take one, do you?

Jim: No, go right ahead.

Linda: Here's to you. A guy with your nerve's got the breaks comin to him. I know what you're thinking. I understand. You're among friends.