The Luck of the Irish (1948)
David C. Augur: Do you know the oldest and noblest occupation of them all?
Stephen Fitzgerald: I think so.
David C. Augur: [after an embarrassing pause] I mean politics.
Stephen Fitzgerald: Well, you'll admit there are certain points of similarity.
Stephen Fitzgerald: This can't be right. Let me see that map.
Horace: [to Stephen] I offered you gold. 'Tis not my fault you prefer a pebble.
Cornelius: [Serving Stephen a mug of beer] Here. Drag that over your tonsils.
Sen. Ransom: How much do you want for Mr. Fitzgerald?
David C. Augur: He's not for sale.
Sen. Ransom: [Cynically] I understood he was.
Frances Augur: You needn't smile quite so cordially when you tip hat check girls. Gives them ideas.
Stephen Fitzgerald: Well, she gave me a couple.
Stephen Fitzgerald: I thought the traditional thing for leprechauns was a glass of milk.
Tatie: [Offended] Milk! Good night, Mr. Fitzgerald!
Stephen Fitzgerald: You don't believe in the old superstitions?
Tatie: I believe what my father knew and his father before him.