Cheers for Miss Bishop (1941)
James Corcoran, Midwestern U. President: [addresses registering students] I know some of you have walked miles to get here, and that everyday for four years you'll have to walk those miles; through rain, sleet and snow. But I know this: the end will pay you for those hardships; because the end is wisdom. Wisdom is first cousin to freedom, and freedom is the glory of our nation - and our people. Let us pray: almighty and most merciful God; here on free land, under free air, we have tried to build a house for wisdom, free to all. Look favorably upon us, O Lord. For today we light a lamp of learning. May it shine through the years to be. Amen.
James Corcoran, Midwestern U. President: You see, I heard Abe Lincoln talk at Gettysburg - and he talked sense. You know Ella, we've got something here in this country - the idea of people being free. But it's got to be taught and retaught, Ella, to each new crop of youngsters: the value of freedom.
Ella Bishop: [giving a toast] So here's to our nation: she's young, she's growing too fast, she makes a lot of mistakes, but somehow she does manage to keep her people free. May she always.
Ella Bishop: [Slowly rising from her seat] President Corcoran, do you mean... Well, of course I know you couldn't mean... But I can't help thinking that you might mean... President Corcoran, do you mean I...
James Corcoran, Midwestern U. President: Oh dear dear dear. There's a heap of repetition in that sentence... for a teacher of freshman English!
Ella Bishop: Oh...
James Corcoran, Midwestern U. President: I take it you're going to accept?
Ella Bishop: Accept? Accept? Well, if I could... If I could only... Well, President Corcoran!
[Kisses him on the forehead then runs away]
John Stevens: [Reading from J. M. Barrie's book, The Little Minister] The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.
Ella Bishop: [Interrupting] Would you mind reading that again? Just the last sentence.
John Stevens: The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story... and writes another.
Ella Bishop: I suppose that's true, isn't it? We dream dreams and... Do go on.
John Stevens: [Examining the label on a wine bottle] Orvieto...
Ella Bishop: Orvieto? Should know but I don't.
John Stevens: It's a little Italian town, Orvieto. Sunny and warm, it's flooded with warm sunlight. I remember once seeing one beggar there with a beautiful flower and a ragged hat. He was perfectly happy.
Ella Bishop: A beggar with a flower in his ragged hat. And sunlight...
John Stevens: I stayed there for weeks and weeks. I ate chestnut bread with the peasants and drank the new wine. And *I* was perfectly happy. Then I went on to Rome; I did everything the guidebook said but it wasn't the same.