Smilin' Through (1932)
Kathleen: People were afraid to come into this room. Something had happened here. Something strange and terrible.
Willie Ainley: You have got an uncomfortable mind.
Kathleen: They locked the doors and went away forever. As though there were a curse on the house.
Willie Ainley: I say, you know, you're giving me the creeps.
Kathleen: Look at this. When Jeremy Wayne got it, he crushed it in his hand and threw it away. Why would he do that?
Willie Ainley: Probably he was blotto. He emptied half of the decanter.
Kathleen: Don't be an ass, Willie!
Kenneth Wayne: The very thing for you, old Port. Look.
Willie Ainley: '47?
Kenneth Wayne: Well, it was the best I could find. Any ole Port in a storm. Ha-ha-ha.
Kenneth Wayne: How about a toast?
Kathleen: I know one. Here's to your health, your honor, and the health of all your descendants, great and small.
Kenneth Wayne: That's a mighty handsome toast.
Kathleen: But, Irish toasts are the best I know.
Kenneth Wayne: May you keep as young and as pretty as you are, until doomsday, and never forget the man who wished it.
Kathleen: I wonder now, as I look at you, have we never met before?
Kenneth Wayne: No, I guess we haven't. I shouldn't have forgotten.
Kathleen: Oh, could you be Irish too!
Kenneth Wayne: Yeah, I could, if I saw enough of you!
Kathleen: Well, I'll be darned. A window peeper!
Kenneth Wayne: Oh no, I wasn't peeping. I was just looking.
Sir John Carteret: Oh, darling, what's the use of going to Paris?
Moonyeen: What's the use of doing anything, except for sitting here the rest of our lives.
Sir John Carteret: Except, the food's awfully good in Paris.
Moonyeen: Its going to be a beautiful honeymoon - spent in a restaurant.
Sir John Carteret: Ha-ha-ha, Oh, darling.
Kenneth Wayne: Oh, darling, I love you so.
Kathleen: Is that all?
Kenneth Wayne: All?
Kathleen: Don't you want me, too? I want you. I'm not ashamed to say it. I'm your's. Your mine. I want that to be true, before you go.
Kathleen: I've been an awful prune.
Kenneth Wayne: Oh no, darling, no you haven't.
Kathleen: Yes I have.
Kenneth Wayne: No, far from a prune.
Sir John Carteret: Moonyeen, Moonyeen, if only I could be with you. If only I knew the way to you.
Sir John Carteret: There, there, very pretty.
Young Kathleen: This is a new frock.
Sir John Carteret: Very becoming.
Young Kathleen: And I've got on my best panties!
Moonyeen: [singing] There's a gray lock or two in the brown of the hair, There's some silver in mine too I see. But in all of the years, when the clouds brought their tears, those two eyes of blue, kept smiling through - at me.
Sir John Carteret: For me too, it was the end. She lay white and still in my arms. She was dead. All that I lived for was gone. It was the end. I came back alone to this house, all gay with flowers for her.
Kathleen: I don't care what happens the day after tomorrow! Any more than I care what happened 50 years ago!
Kathleen: Well, I can't force you to take me! You haven't convinced me at all. Of course, if you, if you don't want me!
Kenneth Wayne: She loves me, does she? Well, what of it. She'll get over it, won't she?
Dr. Owen: Do you want her to get over it?
Kenneth Wayne: For heaven's sake Doctor, use your head! Yes, yes, yes! Let her get over it! You're a Doctor, give her pills! Love's a disease, isn't it? Cure her! Cut it out of her!
Kenneth Wayne: Now, will you, for the love of Judas, let me alone. Let me alone! Let me alone!