Kitty Foyle (1940)
Wyn Strafford: Until you can get another job...
Kitty Foyle: What do you mean?
Wyn Strafford: Why don't I just keep you on the payroll? It's no more than fair -
Kitty Foyle: Just a minute, Wyn. You needn't worry about me. I'm free, white and 21... almost. And I'll go on loving you from here on out... or until I stop loving you. But nobody owes a thing to Kitty Foyle, except Kitty Foyle.
Kitty Foyle: Boy or Girl?
Dr. Mark Eisen: Boy. Almost lost the little fella. (Looks around the poor apartment) Mighta been better if he hadn't pulled through.
Kitty Foyle: Don't say that, Mark. It's always better to pull through.
Tom Foyle: From now on, you're going to Sunday School every Sunday. Rain or shine, you're going.
Kitty Foyle: But why, Pop?
Tom Foyle: Well, it'll be giving you a little Christian upbringing. A sense of values.
Kitty Foyle: Oh. And then you mean I won't ever sin or anything.
Tom Foyle: Well, it might not keep you from sinning, but by Judas Priest, it'll keep you from getting any fun out of it.
Kitty Foyle: Pop, you might as well try to argue me out of a case of bronchitis. Because I love him.
Tom Foyle: Judas Priest.
Kitty Foyle: You said it.
Tom Foyle: You mean you want to marry him?
Kitty Foyle: Mm-hmm.
Tom Foyle: Has he ever asked you to meet his family?
Kitty Foyle: Well, I've never worried much about his family because I've always had a funny idea that I'm just as good as they are.
Kitty Foyle: Oh, you may have shut the door on Brother Wyn, but, Honey, you certainly had no intention of locking it.
Dr. Mark Eisen: You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you this afternoon?
Kitty Foyle: Yes.
Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle: But Miss Foyle, thou art not being quite reasonable about this.
Kitty Foyle: Says thou.
Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle: Miss Foyle, thy temper!
Kitty Foyle: Mr. Kennet, thy foot!
Kitty Foyle: [Speaking about children] This is what women want. It isn't men, not really. It's something down inside of them that's the future.
Customer: [upon hearing the price of a perfume is $67 an ounce] Isn't that rather expensive?
Kitty Foyle: How else could we keep the wrong sort of person from wearing it?
Wyn Strafford: [after hearing a long speech about why they shouldn't marry, based on class differences] Is that all?
Kitty Foyle: Oh, we're both the same color, if that's what you mean.
Kitty Foyle: Don't you worry about me, Pop. Because I can take care of myself all right. Good-bye, Pop. (Exits)
Tom Foyle: Take care of yourself. By Judas Priest, you're going to break your heart.
Kitty Foyle: I thought we had a date tonight.
Dr. Mark Eisen: What do you think's been going here for the last three hours?
Kitty Foyle: Well, for one thing, I've slowly grown to hate you.
Kitty Foyle: Let's get a few things straight here! I didn't ask to marry a Strafford, a Strafford asked to marry me. I married a man, not an institution or a trust fund or a bank. Oh, I've got a fine picture of your family conference here. All the Straffords trying to figure out how to take the curse off of Kitty Foyle. Buy the girl a phony education, polish off the rough edges. And make a Mainline doll out of her! Aww, you oughta know better than that! It takes six generations to make a bunch of people like you. And by Judas Priest, I haven't got that much time.
Kitty Foyle: There's a lot of living to do in this world. And if you're worthwhile, you get hurt.
Wyn Strafford: As you know, it's a man's duty to instruct a woman in all subjects. Now you pick the subject.
Tom Foyle: [sarcastically] Ahh. There's a real piece of idiocy. Woman's instinct. Every snap-sightish woman in the world is a crystal gazer. She's magic. She can foretell the future. Like a politician.