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: He's still David Larrabee, and you're still the chauffeur's daughter, and you're still reaching for the moon. Sabrina Fairchild
: No, father. The moon's reaching for ME.
: It wouldn't have worked out really, darling. The papers and everybody else would've said how fine and democratic for a Larrabee to marry a chauffeur's daughter, but would they praise the chauffeur's daughter? No. Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing, Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.
: I like to think of life as a limousine. Though we are all riding together, we must remember our places. There's a front seat and a back seat and a window in between. Linus Larrabee
: Fairchild, I never realized it before, but you're a terrible snob. Thomas Fairchild
: Yes, sir.
: [reading a letter from Sabrina
] ... I decided to be sensible the other day and tore up David's picture. Could you please airmail me some Scotch tape?
: [reading aloud a letter from Sabrina
] He came to the cooking school to take a refresher course in soufflés and liked me so much he decided to stay on for the fish.
: I hate girls that giggle all the time. Thomas Fairchild
: You hate every girl David looks at.
: It's good you're going away. I only hope it's far enough.
: May I ask, sir, what exactly are your intentions? Linus Larrabee
: My intentions? Unethical, reprehensible but very practical. Thomas Fairchild
: I beg your pardon?
: Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing, Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.
: What was Linus like as a boy? Fairchild
: You've been there for two weeks. I doubt every single person in Paris thinks you're an idiot. Sabrina
: Only because I haven't met them all.
: Mr. Tom, maybe is not for me to put my hands in on this, but when I first come to this country, I am alone, like Sabrina. I just weigh more. So I ask to God why I am here. I say, "Why God?" but there is no answer. So I stop crying. It takes eleven years! Fairchild
: Thank you, Rosa.
: So I am looking and I see a young woman, and it's de Sabrina. And she's talking. Who's she talking to? A man, but not her daddy because he's not as tall. Joanna
: It was Linus. Sabrina went out with Linus. Rosa
: It was Mr. Linus. Linda
: Sabrina went out with Linus? That's too weird. Scott
: I always thought that guy was gay. Rosa
: Mr. Linus is not a gay. Joanna
: It's not "a" gay, Rosa. It's just gay. Linda
: Linus is gay? That makes me like him more. Fairchild
: Linus Larabee is a heterosexual.
: [to Sabrina
] The full time observation of David Larabee is not a recognized profession. Get out of that tree.
: Marry me. Marry me for my money. People do it every day. Joanna
: I'm not amused, Thomas, and I have a great sense of humor. Fairchild
: Then marry me for love.
[Fairchild stares balefully at Linus in the rear-view window after Linus has decided to go to France to reunite with Sabrina
] Linus Larrabee
: Go ahead, say it. Fairchild
] You don't... deserve her. Linus Larrabee
: I don't. I know that. But I need her - and I don't need anything. Fairchild
: [tries to manuever through traffic, but fails
] Time to run for it. Linus Larrabee
: I just want to make her happy. Fairchild
: 13 Rue des Beaux Arts.