Adam's Rib (1949)
Kip Lurie: Lawyers should never marry other lawyers. This is called in-breeding; from this comes idiot children... and other lawyers.
Adam Bonner: First of all, I should like to say that I think the arguments advanced by the counsel for the defense were sound... MERE sound!
Amanda Bonner: What I said was true, there's no difference between the sexes. Men, women, the same.
Adam Bonner: They are?
Amanda Bonner: Well, maybe there is a difference, but it's a little difference.
Adam Bonner: Well, you know as the French say...
Amanda Bonner: What do they say?
Adam Bonner: Vive la difference!
Amanda Bonner: Which means?
Adam Bonner: Which means hurrah for that little difference.
Kip Lurie: Well, good luck tomorrow, Amanda. I'm on your side, I guess you know that. You've got me so convinced, I may even go out and become a woman. Goodnight.
Adam Bonner: And he wouldn't have far to go, either.
Amanda Bonner: Shh!
Adam Bonner: What's a matter?
Kip Lurie: [steps back into the kitchen and whispers] He can hear you.
Beryl Caighn: And then I heard a noise.
Adam Bonner: What kind of noise?
Beryl Caighn: Like a sound.
Adam Bonner: What do you want around here anyway?
Kip Lurie: As if you didn't already know.
[looks at Amanda]
Beryl Caighn: She tried to shoot me.
Adam Bonner: How do you know that?
Beryl Caighn: Because she did.
Amanda Bonner: And when did you stop loving your wife? Tell the truth.
Warren Francis Attinger: At least
Warren Francis Attinger: 3 years.
Amanda Bonner: Why? Tell the truth.
Warren Francis Attinger: She started getting too fat.
Amanda Bonner: Did you tell her about that?
Warren Francis Attinger: Yes.
Amanda Bonner: What happened?
Warren Francis Attinger: She got fatter.
Amanda Bonner: [addressing the court] For years, women have been ridiculed, pampered, chucked under the chin. I ask you, on behalf of us all, be fair to the fair sex.
Adam Bonner: We'll be here a year.
Adam Bonner: [takes a bite out of his fake gun] Licorice. If there's anything I'm a sucker for, it's licorice.
Adam Bonner: What are ya? Sore about a little slap?
Amanda Bonner: No.
Adam Bonner: Well, what then?
Amanda Bonner: [outraged] You meant that, didn't you? You really meant that.
Adam Bonner: Why, no, I...
Amanda Bonner: Yes, you did. I can tell. I know your type. I know a slap from a slug.
Adam Bonner: Well, OK, OK.
Amanda Bonner: I'm not so sure it is. I'm not so sure I care to expose myself to typical instinctive masculine brutality.
Adam Bonner: Oh come now.
Amanda Bonner: And it felt not only as though you meant it, but as though you felt you had a right to. I can tell.
Adam Bonner: What've you got back there? Radar equipment?
Adam Bonner: No matter what you think you think, you think the same as I think.
Kip Lurie: Amanda, my love, why do you stay married to a legal beagle with ten thumbs?
Amanda Bonner: Mr. Attinger had never touched you before this time?
Beryl Caighn: Sure
Amanda Bonner: Ahh!
Beryl Caighn: We used to shake hands quite a lot.
Amanda Bonner: I see. Did you enjoy it?
Warren Francis Attinger: [to Adam Bonner] Listen, you don't get a split lip from imagination!
Amanda Bonner: Nobody died in the evening paper, isn't that nice?
Kip Lurie: [to Adam] What have you been eating, raspberry jam or Amanda's face?