Two Sisters from Boston (1946)

June Allyson: Martha Canford Chandler

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Quotes 

• Martha Canford Chandler : You do look a little like Grandpa.

  Abigail Chandler : [Sadly]  I feel a lot like Grandpa. You know I think Grandpa has the right idea being a drunkard.

• Uncle Jonathan : If it's true, we're ruined. And what's more important, I'm ruined.

  Martha Canford Chandler : Oh, Uncle Jonathan. Hugo, are you sure he said Abigail?

  Hugh Inkerfield : Abigail. Your sister Abigail.

  Martha Canford Chandler : I don't believe it. Abigail is in New York but she'd never do a thing like... like...

  Aunt Jennifer : He said she sang... in public?

  Hugh Inkerfield : He said she sang and danced in a low café in the Bowery. That's what he said, Aunt Jennifer.

  Martha Canford Chandler : That's a lie.

  Aunt Jennifer : If it isn't, we're ruined socially.

  Grandpa Chandler : Remember when Cousin Harriet ran off with the hurdy gurdy man? Oh, ho ho!

  Uncle Jonathan : Cousin Harriet did not have an uncle running for mayor of Boston.

  [Suddenly] 

  Uncle Jonathan : I have it! It's a political plot to ruin my campaign, that's what it is!

  Aunt Jennifer : I see what it is. It's your rival.

  Uncle Jonathan : It's that Wetherby. He started this slander.

  Hugh Inkerfield : He's no gentleman, Uncle Jonathan.

  Uncle Jonathan : He's a... he's a... Democrat! I'll sue him for libel.

  Martha Canford Chandler : He should be put in jail!

  Aunt Jennifer : Oh, I think it's most unfair.

  Uncle Jonathan : I'll sue him for $100,000. That's what I'll do.

  Grandpa Chandler : You never can tell. Little Abigail looked just like Cousin Harriet when she was a baby. Why they even said she looked like me!

  Aunt Jennifer : Why, she does look like Grandpa. I'd forgotten.

  Grandpa Chandler : You'll never keep Abigail in mothballs, believe me.

  [He cackles] 

  Uncle Jonathan : Silence!

• Wrigley : [Pointing to Abigail, he is drunk and forcibly escorted away]  She's the "Queen of Burlesque" with the Golden Rooster! She's "The Belle of the Bowery!"

  Mrs. Ella Patterson : Oh dear, dear. This is dreadful. This is really dreadful.

  [to Abigail] 

  Mrs. Ella Patterson : I'm so sorry.

  'Spike' : Well, what's the matter with being "The Belle of the Bowery?" What's wrong with that?

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : There's nothing the matter with being "The Belle of the Bowery" Mr. Marengo except she's not the sort of a person we'd care to have in the opera.

  'Spike' : Oh, you was thinkin' of her for the opera?

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : Miss Abigail has a very beautiful voice. I'm sure it was the alcohol in Wrigley that was talking, wasn't it Miss Abigail?

  Martha Canford Chandler : [Before Abigail can speak, Martha jumps in]  Oh, he meant me. I'm the one who sings at the Golden Rooster, not Abigail.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Martha, have you lost your mind?

  Martha Canford Chandler : I am High "C" Suzie.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : [laughs nervously]  This is ridiculous. Abigail, what's gotten into her?

  Abigail Chandler : I'm sure that butler's been drinking.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Mr. Marengo, you know she's talking nonsense.

  'Spike' : [to Martha]  Are you on the level, kid?

  Martha Canford Chandler : I'm "The Belle of the Bowery" and I'm proud of it.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Well, I... I refuse to believe it. I shall, if necessary, go down to, uh, the place and prove it all to be a fiction.

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : That might be best.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : I shall be there tomorrow night.

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : I think it a very good idea.

• Martha Canford Chandler : I just hope he doesn't hit you. Suppose he fell on you.

  'Spike' : Don't worry, kid. He's just another hunk of rhubarb pie to me.

• Martha Canford Chandler : [Hiccups]  Oh, I'm sorry. I Must have inherited it from grandpa.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Oh, but of course, it's from the gin. I read somewhere that hiccupping is one of the consequences of drinking.

  Martha Canford Chandler : Gin?

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Yes.

  Martha Canford Chandler : What is gin?

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : It's a, a form of alcohol. I strengthened you with it - oh, for medicinal purposes only, of course.

• 'Spike' : This babe, uh, is she a canary with steam? You know - does she chirp, is she a thrush?

  Bowery Chorine : He means is she a warbler?

  Martha Canford Chandler : She sings, if that's what you mean.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : You are very brave, Miss Chandler. We must stick together - you and I. We're both in the same sad plight. As Euripides, the great Greek Dramatist once wrote,

  [He quotes in Greek] 

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : , which, translated means, the best...

  Martha Canford Chandler : ...best remedy for grief is the counsel of a kind and honest friend.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : You know Greek!

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : [after Martha faints, and he pours some gin on her lips]  Miss. Miss. Please, just open your eyes. One eye? Please.

  Martha Canford Chandler : [Moves her head a little]  Mmmm.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : She moved. She's alive. She's alive!

• Martha Canford Chandler : I'm not upset. I'm just annoyed, that's all.

• 'Spike' : Are you sure she's from Boston.

  Martha Canford Chandler : Oh, yes indeed. Her family's lived there for generations.

  'Spike' : Naw, this kid ain't that old. That ain't her.