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Gerry Jeffers (Character)
from The Palm Beach Story (1942)

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The Palm Beach Story (1942)
Tom Jeffers: So this fellow gave you the look?
Gerry Jeffers: At his age it was more of a blink.
Tom Jeffers: Seven hundred dollars! And sex didn't even enter into it, I suppose?
Gerry Jeffers: Sex always has something to do with it, dear.

Gerry Jeffers: Isn't it wonderful?
Tom Jeffers: Sensational. But you haven't quite answered my question yet.
Gerry Jeffers: What question, dear?
Tom Jeffers: Why this alleged old man gave you - how much is it?
Gerry Jeffers: Seven hundred dollars.
Tom Jeffers: Seven hundred dollars. Why?
Gerry Jeffers: No reason.
Tom Jeffers: Oh, is that so? He just - seven hundred dollars? Just like that?
Gerry Jeffers: Just like that.
Tom Jeffers: I mean, sex didn't even enter into it.
Tom Jeffers: Oh, but of course it did, darling. I don't think he'd have given it to me if I had hair like excelsior and little short legs like an alligator. Sex always has something to do with it, dear.
Tom Jeffers: I see.
Gerry Jeffers: From the time you're about so big and wondering why your girlfriends' fathers are getting so arch all of a sudden. Nothing wrong - just an overture to the opera that's coming.

Gerry Jeffers: Anyway, men don't get smarter as they get older. They just lose their hair.

Gerry Jeffers: Don't you know that the greatest men in the world have told lies and let things be misunderstood if it was useful to them? Didn't you ever hear of a campaign promise?

Tom Jeffers: Funny having to sleep with a sitting-room between us.
Gerry Jeffers: And the doors locked.
Tom Jeffers: You don't have to worry about that.

Tom Jeffers: Where'd you get that dress?
Gerry Jeffers: Why, that's what I've been telling you about!
Tom Jeffers: What's that on your wrist?
Gerry Jeffers: It's just what you think it is, dear.
[He looks at the bracelet on her wrist]
Tom Jeffers: What kind of stones are those?
Gerry Jeffers: Just what they look like.
Tom Jeffers: Do you know what it feels like to be strangled by bare hands?

Gerry Jeffers: You have no idea what a long-legged woman can do without doing anything.

Gerry Jeffers: I don't begin and end with a smelter, you know.

Tom Jeffers: Where'd you meet this Weenie King?
Gerry Jeffers: You'll die laughing!
Tom Jeffers: All right, convulse me.

Gerry Jeffers: You're not being rude, dear, you're just being yourself.

Tom Jeffers: Why is your breath coming faster?
Gerry Jeffers: Because you're squeezing me!

Gerry Jeffers: You're not a burglar, are you?
John D. Hackensacker III: Oh no, that was my grandfather. At least that's what they called him.

Gerry Jeffers: [Gerry has just found out that John is one of the richest men in the world] I would step on your face!
John D. Hackensacker III: That's quite all right, I rather enjoyed it.
Gerry Jeffers: Twice!
John D. Hackensacker III: You made quite an impression.

Gerry Jeffers: Thank you for your chivalry.
Train Porter: Anytime from 8 to 12.

Gerry Jeffers: You're married to me; that's like saying, you're *blind* to me. For a long time, I've been a part of you, just something to snuggle up to and keep you warm at night, like a blanket, but you can't *see* me any more than you can see the back of your neck.

Gerry Jeffers: He's my husband.
Princess Centimillia: He's your husband?
Gerry Jeffers: That's right.
Princess Centimillia: Well, no wonder! I thought I was losing my grip.

Princess Centimillia: The who is McGlue?
Gerry Jeffers: There is no McGlue.
Princess Centimillia: Well, thank heavens for something. That name!

John D. Hackensacker III: Do you happen to remember how much tip I gave the taxi driver?
Gerry Jeffers: Well, I didn't see the coin, but from his face, I think it was ten cents.
John D. Hackensacker III: Tipping is un-American.

John D. Hackensacker III: [Referring to Gerry's husband, whom Gerry has claimed she is divorcing] There is a name for such reptiles, but I won't sully this sweet ocean breeze by mentioning it. I may not be exactly in the best of shape, but if ever I meet this Mr... "Jeffers," I'll thrash him within an inch of his life.
Gerry Jeffers: Oh, well then I hope you never meet him.
John D. Hackensacker III: I suppose he's large?
Gerry Jeffers: Well, he's not small...
John D. Hackensacker III: That's one of the tragedies of this life - that the men who are *most* in need of a beating up are ALWAYS enormous.

Gerry Jeffers: [Seeing Princess Centimilla and her male companion, Toto, for the first time] Is that the Prince?
John D. Hackensacker III: No. The Prince is all washed up. This is something new.
Gerry Jeffers: He might be a Duke.
John D. Hackensacker III: Might be her tailor, too. She goes out with anything.

Gerry Jeffers: I might marry again and I might not. Maybe I'll become an adventuress.
Tom Jeffers: I can just see you on a 26 foot boat.
Gerry Jeffers: You're thinking of an adventurer, an adventuress never travels on anything less than a 300 foot long yacht with an 80 man crew.

Gerry Jeffers: Do I look like a suitcase stealer?
Mr. McKeewie: It's not how you look but how you act that counts in this world.

Gerry Jeffers: [shopping for clothes, trying another outfit with long white gloves] Do you like this one?
John D. Hackensacker III: Oh its lovely - but aren't the sleeves a little short?
Sales Clerk: [heavy French accent] Oh that is for the bracelet Monsieur - that is what we call the bracelet length.
John D. Hackensacker III: Oh - would you like a bracelet?
Gerry Jeffers: [Sales clerk nudges her] Wha... what kind of a bracelet do you mean?
John D. Hackensacker III: Any kind you like.
Gerry Jeffers: You mean with stones?
Sales Clerk: Certainly with stones, they are all the rage!
John D. Hackensacker III: Why not, what kind of stones do you like?
Gerry Jeffers: Well...
Sales Clerk: Red - that is all the rage!
John D. Hackensacker III: You mean like garnets?
Gerry Jeffers: Don't you think garnets are a little lifeless?
John D. Hackensacker III: Oh...

Tom Jeffers: What's that you've got on your wrist?
Tom Jeffers, Gerry Jeffers: Just what you think it is, dear.
Tom Jeffers: What kind of stones are those?
Tom Jeffers, Gerry Jeffers: Just what they look like.
Tom Jeffers: Do you know what it feels like to be strangled with bare hands?