Christmas in Connecticut (1945)
Elizabeth Lane: John, when you're kissing me, don't talk about plumbing.
John Sloan: What? Oh, I'm sorry, what should I talk about?
Elizabeth Lane: Well, do you have to talk?
Elizabeth Lane: Don't you come near me, you seawolf, after the way you deceived me...
Jefferson Jones: I deceived you?
Elizabeth Lane: Yes! You're engaged!
Jefferson Jones: You're married!
Elizabeth Lane: That has nothing to do with it!
Elizabeth Lane: Maybe scarlet fever. It's a better color for Christmas.
Alexander Yardley: What a Christmas! Ho, ho, what a Christmas!
Dudley Beecham: Liz, don't waste time with him. You have to decide what you're going to say to the old man.
John Sloan: What old man?
Elizabeth Lane: Oh, it's Yardley. He's sending me a sailor for Christmas.
John Sloan: Oh, how nice... A sailor? Really, Elizabeth!
Elizabeth Lane: The things a girl will do for a mink coat.
Jefferson Jones: [telling Liz that he isn't engaged anymore] She married my shipmate.
Elizabeth Lane: She did!
Jefferson Jones: I'm as free as a bird!
Elizabeth Lane: Oh, that's what you think.
[she kisses him]
Elizabeth Lane: Everytime I'd opened my mouth he talked. I felt like Charlie McCarthy.
Felix Bassenak: Sam?
Sam: Yes, sir?
Felix Bassenak: Catastrophe, what is it?
Sam: It's from the Greek. It means "a misfortune, a cataclysm or a serious calamity."
Felix Bassenak: It is good?
Sam: No, sir. That's bad.
Felix Bassenak: Everything is hunky-dunky!
Alexander Yardley: [Elizabeth's baby needs medical attention] I don't want anything to happen to that baby. It will ruin my circulation.
Felix Bassenak: It won't do the baby no good, neither.
Felix Bassenak: I had a silk hat when I was in Budapest. It made me feel so fine, but then I got fired with a silk hat.
Elizabeth Lane: [Dudley has told her she has to go to see Yardley to arrange her Christmas with the sailor] Arrange it, are you crazy? Where am I gonna get a farm? I haven't even got a window box!
Elizabeth Lane: [Jefferson Jones arrives in the middle of Liz and John's wedding] Oh no, John! It's the sailor! He's two hours early! What'll I do!
Alexander Yardley: Good morning; Merry Christmas. I hope I'm in time to see you flip the flapjacks.
Elizabeth Lane: [Getting fed up with Mr. Yardley, who won't let her speak] Suppose you listen to me for a change?... I said listen to me! I'm tired of being pushed around. Tired of being told what to do. Tired of writing your god-darned articles. Tired of dancing to everybody else's tune. Tired of being told whom to marry. In short... I'm tired!