Waterloo Bridge (1940)
Myra Lester: I loved you, I've never loved anyone else. I never shall, that's the truth Roy, I never shall.
Roy Cronin: Well, darling.
Myra Lester: Oh, Roy.
Roy Cronin: Shall we face it?
Myra Lester: It's been so quick. Are you quite, quite sure?
Roy Cronin: Myra, I was never so sure of anything in my life. In the moment you left me after the air raid, I knew I must find you again. I've found you and I'll never let you go. Does that answer you?
Roy Cronin: The ballet was beautiful.
Myra Lester: Madame didn't think so.
Roy Cronin: Well, experts never know - it takes outsiders to know, and I tell you, it was beautiful.
Myra Lester: That certainly proves you're an outsider.
Roy Cronin: Myra, what do you think we're going to do tonight?
Myra Lester: Well, I, I...
Roy Cronin: Oh, you won't have time for that.
Myra Lester: For what?
Roy Cronin: For hesitating! No more hesitating for you!
Myra Lester: No?
Roy Cronin: No!
Myra Lester: Well, what am I going to do instead?
Roy Cronin: You're going to get married.
Myra Lester: Hello.
Roy Cronin: Hello
Roy Cronin: You know, I... I thought about you all last night. Couldn't sleep a wink.
Myra Lester: You managed to remember me at last, then.
Roy Cronin: [laughing] Yes, barely managed. Myra, what do you think we're going to do tonight?
Myra Lester: [Playfully] You are very conceited, Captain. You are quite mad, Captain! You are reckless and head-strong and - and I adore you, Captain.
Roy Cronin: Wonderful evening, wasn't it?
Myra Lester: Yes. Thank you, very much.
Roy Cronin: When I come back, we'll go there again.
Myra Lester: Yes.
Roy Cronin: That'll be our place. That's were we'll always recapture this evening. Do you think we'll ever see each other again?
Myra Lester: I think it's doubtful, don't you?
Roy Cronin: Yes, I suppose it is.
Lady Margaret Cronin: Forgive me, my dear, but, are you quite well?
Myra Lester: Yes-yes, of course. I had a drink, that's all, it made me feel funny, queer! What's it like in Scotland? I've never been there. It always sounds so quaint, you know, the heather and the peat. Ha-ha. Peat comes from Ireland, doesn't it. I've never been there, either.
Roy Cronin: I knew I wouldn't sleep so I've been walking in the garden, confiding my good luck to the stars.
Myra Lester: Were they pleased?
Roy Cronin: No, they seemed indifferent. They went on glittering, the little exhibitionists!
Roy Cronin: Must be good for the muscles. I should think a dancer's muscles would be like a strongman.
Myra Lester: Oh, not quite. That's a bit dreadful. We try to combine slenderness with strength. Well, I've been dancing since I was twelve and I don't think the muscles are over developed.
Roy Cronin: No-no. No, not in your case.
Myra Lester: This hateful war.
Roy Cronin: Yes, I suppose it is. And yet there's - I don't know - a certain amount of excitement about it too. Round the corner of every second, the fascination of the unknown. We're both facing it, this instance.
Myra Lester: No, we face the unknown in peacetime too.
Roy Cronin: You're rather matter-of-fact, aren't you?
Myra Lester: Yes. You're rather romantic, aren't you?
Myra Lester: What were you going to say?
Roy Cronin: Wish I could have seen the ballet. I'm sure it would have been a pleasant memory in the trenches.
Madame Olga Kirowa: I must emphasize that if you want supper parties, officers and delights; you shouldn't be here with me. But, in other occupation.
Myra Lester: Do people have to kill each other to - give them a heightened sense of life?
Roy Cronin: Either you're excited about life or you're not. You know, I've never been able to wait for the future.
Myra Lester: You should let the future catch up with you more slowly.
Myra Lester: Do you think you'll remember me now?
Roy Cronin: I think so. I think so, for the rest of my life.
Roy Cronin: Now, listen, darling. None of your quibbling. None of your questioning. None of your doubts. This is positive, you see. This is affirmative, you see. This is final, you see. You're going to marry me, you see!
Madame Olga Kirowa: Good evening, Myra. It's very condescending of you to come here at all!
Kitty: She's very unhappy, Madame. Her fiance was called to the front.
Madame Olga Kirowa: I'm not interested in troop movements.
Kitty: She was to be married in the morning.
Madame Olga Kirowa: Nor in social events.
Kitty: Well, the whole world doesn't begin and end with a ballet.
Madame Olga Kirowa: My world does! And while you are with me, so must your's!
Kitty: Well, no more ballet for me. I'm sick of being high brow with my feet. You and I, ducky, are going to get into a revue.
Myra Lester: You know, I have a feeling that from now on, everything's going to take a turn for the better. I'm sure it is!
Myra Lester: How have we been living?
Kitty: What difference does it make, as long as we live.
Myra Lester: Where's the money coming from? Where are you getting it?
Kitty: Where do you think I've been getting it? I was trying to keep it from you, but - well, you know now.
Myra Lester: You did it for me.
Kitty: No I didn't! I'd a done it anyhow. C'est La Guerre. No jobs. No boys who want to marry you. Only men who want to kill a few hours, 'cause they know it may be their last.
Kitty: We're young and it's - it's good to live. Even the life I'm leading! Though, God knows, it - I've heard them call it the easiest way. I wonder where they thought up that little phrase? I know one thing. It couldn't have been a woman.
Kitty: I suppose you think I'm dirt.
Flower Woman on Bridge: Oh, nowadays there don't seem to be no luck for nobody.
Myra Lester: Oh well, better days coming, so the song says.
Flower Woman on Bridge: I hope so. Toodle-oo.
Roy Cronin: Ah, here we are, good strong tea. This will buck you up!
Second Girl at Estate Dance: She dances beautifully, doesn't she?
Third Girl at Estate Dance: Well, that's her job.
Viola - First Girl at Estate Dance: Those Cronin men, they're always attracted by girls who - undress in public.
Third Girl at Estate Dance: Why don't you try it, Viola?
Viola - First Girl at Estate Dance: Oh, I haven't the nerve. I'm not quite sure I've got the figure.
Roy Cronin: Myra - why you little gadabout. What are you doing prowling around at this hour?
Roy Cronin: Good night, darling.
Myra Lester: Goodbye, darling.
Roy Cronin: Why goodbye when it's only till morning?
Myra Lester: Because, every parting from you is - is like a little eternity.