Old Acquaintance (1943)
Kit Marlowe: There comes a time in every woman's life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.
Belle Carter: [to Kit] Tell me, how is your new book coming along?
Kit Marlowe: Well, I write and I write, and I still don't like it.
Belle Carter: But, at least when you do turn one out, it's a gem! None of this grinding them out like sausage...
Belle Carter: [she realizes that she has just insulted Millie and pauses with embarrassment] I suppose I could cut my throat.
Millie Drake: [clearly offended] There's a knife on the table!
Kit Marlowe: [responding to a question about Millie's daughter Deidre] Well, she's really partly mine anyway. I was at the hospital when she was born. As a matter of fact, she gave me her first smile. Her mother said it was gas.
Kit Marlowe: If you'd just look at Millie's activities as confession of weakness, an admission that there's something essentially lacking in her nature, you'd find it a little touching and love her.
Preston Drake: You sound like one of Millie's books.
Kit Marlowe: It's late, and I'm very, very tired of youth and love and self-sacrifice.
Millie Drake: [about Kit] That silly young boy she's been carrying on with has been called into the navy, and she must immediately become a young sailor's bride... of 42.
Kit Marlowe: I'd better get out of here, Millie, before I do something I'll be very sorry for.
Millie Drake: Yes, go! And if you think I want you to come back ever you're wrong! Well? why don't you go?
Kit Marlowe: In just a minute.
[She puts down her parcels, crosses the room, grabs Millie by the shoulders and shakes her violently, then shoves her so she falls on the sofa]
Kit Marlowe: Sorry.
[She picks up her things and exits, leaving Millie throwing a tantrum]
Kit Marlowe: Millie remembers the same things I do, that's important. For instance, she's the only person I know, who still remembers when I used to be called Chunky.
Preston Drake: I'd think you wouldn't want to remember that.
Kit Marlowe: But one does. Funny, one does.
Kit Marlowe: Deidre, come out from behind that screen.
Kit Marlowe: Deidre, come out, or do you want me to come back there and drag you out.
Deirdre Drake: [emerging from behind screen] How did you know I was there?
Kit Marlowe: My dear, I was hiding behind screens before you were born.