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Liz Imbrie (Character)
from The Philadelphia Story (1940)

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The Philadelphia Story (1940)
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: What's this room? I've forgotten my compass.
Macaulay Connor: I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh it's all right Tracy. We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.

Macaulay Connor: [speaking of Tracy] What are her leading characteristics?
C. K. Dexter Haven: She has a horror of men who wear their hats in the house.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Leading characteristics to be filled in later.
Macaulay Connor: I can fill them in right now: the rich, rapacious, American female. There's no other country where she exists.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: And would I change places with Tracy Samantha Lord for all her wealth and beauty? Oh boy just ask me.

Tracy Lord: Aren't you coming Liz?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Where's my wandering parakeet?

Macaulay Connor: [telling off Sidney Kidd, his boss] Quote: No hunter of buckshot in the rear is cagey, crafty Connor. Un-quote. Close paragraph.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Close job. Close bank account.

[Liz screams as Uncle Willie pinches her on the rear]
Macaulay Connor: Don't DO that!
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I... I feel exactly as though I'd been pinched.
Seth Lord: Don't you think you weren't.

[Mike discovers the intercom in the Lords' house]
Macaulay Connor: Uh-oh, Liz, what did I tell you? Look, how do you like this - living room, sitting room, terrace, pool, stables.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: That's probably so they can talk to the horses without having them in the house.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor.
C. K. Dexter Haven: I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: No, thanks, I've got one at home.

Sidney Kidd: You hate me, I trust, Miss Imbrie.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: No, I-I can't afford to hate anybody. I'm only a photographer.

Macaulay Connor: Look, who's doing the interviewing here?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Do you think she caught on somehow?
Macaulay Connor: No, she was born like that, don't let her throw you.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Do you want to take over?
Macaulay Connor: I want to go home!

Uncle Willie: [leering at Liz] Ah Ms. Embry, you're a vision of lovliness. May I offer you a cocktail? Or champagne?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Oh champagne, I've never had enough.
Uncle Willie: You will... tonight.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: [referring to Dinah] What's this?
Macaulay Connor: Idiot, probably.

Macaulay Connor: [after Tracy has declined his last-minute marriage proposal] But they're in there! They're waiting!
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Don't get too conventional all at once, will you? There'll be a reaction.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I remember your honeymoon quite well. You and she on a little sail boat, the "True Love", wasn't it?
C. K. Dexter Haven: Yes it was. How did you know?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I was the only photographer whose camera you didn't smash. You were terribly nice about it. You threw it in the ocean.
Macaulay Connor: Oh, one of those.
C. K. Dexter Haven: Yes I had the strange notion that our honeymoon was our own.

Macaulay Connor: C.K. Dexter Haven, what kind of a name is that?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Macaulay Connor is no homespun tag, my pet.
Macaulay Connor: Yeah, well you just try calling him Macaulay.

Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: There's a cousin, Joanna, who's definitely crazy.
Macaulay Connor: Who told you that.
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Dinah.
Macaulay Connor: Well Dinah would know.

C. K. Dexter Haven: Can you use a typewriter?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: No, thanks. I have one at home.

Macaulay Connor: C.K. Dexter Haven! What a name tag!
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Macauly Connor is no homespun tag either, my pet.
Macaulay Connor: Yeah, well you just try calling him Macauly!
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: I knew a plain Joe Smith once. Worst rat I ever met.

Tracy Lord: [Turns towards Liz] Maid of honour?
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Matron.
Macaulay Connor: [Looks at Liz, puzzled]
Elizabeth (Liz) Imbrie: Joe Smith, hardware department.

High Society (1956)
Mike: Hey, Liz.
Liz Imbrie: Huh?
Mike: Look at all the loot they've collected.
Liz Imbrie: They must run a hockshop on the side.

Uncle Willie: I can't find Liz.
Dexter: I think I just saw someone wander out on to the terrace. Alone.
Uncle Willie: You don't say. The little vixen!
Dexter: Ollie ollie oxen free!
[Liz comes out of hiding]
Dexter: What's the matter? Uncle Willie giving you a little trouble?
Liz Imbrie: That man's gonna wind up a juvenile delinquent mark my words.

Liz Imbrie: Well, since Mike's disappeared I may as well go home.
Dexter: How about I take you home, then everybody will come looking for us.
Liz Imbrie: That's the nicest thing I've heard all night.

Liz Imbrie: Were you by any chance playing footsie with me at lunch?
Mike: From where I sat?
Liz Imbrie: I didn't think your reach was that good. Seth Lord has a roving eye *and* foot.

Mike: Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but...
Liz Imbrie: Mike, I think I'd better grab you. You're likely to get in trouble one of these days.

Liz Imbrie: Elegant junk.
Mike: It's shiny.

Liz Imbrie: [checking out a silver ice bucket] Plate.

Dexter: Liz, you're in love with Connor aren't you?
Liz Imbrie: People ask the darnedest questions.
Dexter: Why don't you marry him?
Liz Imbrie: I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.
Dexter: I said why don't you marry him?
Liz Imbrie: He's still got a lot to learn. I don't want to get in his way for a while.
Dexter: Supposing some other girl comes along in the meantime.
Liz Imbrie: I guess I'd just scratch her eyes out. Unless that is she was marrying someone else the next day.
Dexter: You're quite a girl Liz.
Liz Imbrie: I don't know. I take nice pictures though.

Liz Imbrie: Mike, if I ever am in your way. Don't honk, just run over me.

Mike: Who wants to be a millionaire?
Liz Imbrie: I don't.

Mike: Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray.
Liz Imbrie: Mike, be careful what you say. We may be wired for sound.

Mike: This joint's full of spies.
Liz Imbrie: That should make us feel at home.

Liz Imbrie: You know something professor, I think you dropped a loop.

Mike: She can't be for real.
Liz Imbrie: Who was doing the interviewing?
Mike: You think she was born that way?
Liz Imbrie: Nah. Takes years.

Tracy: Oh, I think men are wonderful.
Liz Imbrie: The little dears.