A Letter to Three Wives (1949)
Mrs. Finney: Can't we have peace in this house even on New Year's Eve?
Sadie: You got it mixed up with Christmas. New Year's Eve is when people go back to killing each other.
George Phipps: The purpose of radio writing, as far as I can see, is to prove to the masses that a deodorant can bring happiness... a mouth wash guarantee success and a laxative attract romance.
Mrs. Finney: "Good night, Mother dear, and don't wait up." If a daughter of mine ever really talked like that I'd cut her tongue out!
Sadie: The cap's out. Makes me look like a lamb chop with pants on.
Mr. Manleigh: Sadie may not realize it, but whether or not she thinks she's listening, she's being penetrated.
George Phipps: Good thing she didn't hear you say that.
Rita Phipps: People in the show business, you know what I mean, those kind of people always drink scotch.
George Phipps: Well, I know what you mean, but I wish you wouldn't say it in radio English. "That kind", not "those kind".
Rita Phipps: There are men who say "those kind" who earn $100,000 dollars a year.
George Phipps: There are men who say "stick 'em up" who earn more. I don't expect to do either.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: [who has just finished dressing for a date] How do I look?
Sadie: If I was you, I'd show more o' what I got. Maybe wear somethin' with beads.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: What I got don't need beads.
Deborah Bishop: No. Let's wait. Why let Addie spoil our day.
Rita Phipps: Not my day. Addie never saw the day she could spoil my day.
[looks at Lora Mae]
Rita Phipps: Did I put enough days into that?
Deborah Bishop: [drunk] Who is Mister Ross?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: [sardonically] Mister Ross took a powder about five years ago.
Porter Hollingsway: No such thing, she gave him the heave-ho.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: [arguing] He went out for a paper one night and never came back!
Deborah Bishop: Porter says Addie Ross has got class.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: And he knows class like I know navigation!
Rita Phipps: [laying down the law to Sadie] And lets get a couple of things straight. First, when you announce dinner...
Sadie: I know, I'm not supposed to say "soup's on".
Rita Phipps: How did I tell you?
Sadie: I forgot.
Rita Phipps: "Dinner is served"
Sadie: [mockingly] "Dinner is served"
Rita Phipps: And you're not to say it as though the food were poisoned.
Sadie: All this fancy schmanzy because two people from the city are gonna eat here.
Rita Phipps: Mrs. Manley is a very important person; she has charge of a great many radio programs, including the one I write.
Rita Phipps: You know what I like about your program? Even when I'm running the vacuum I can understand it.
Rita Phipps: Thank you so much.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: [amused by Sadie's maid uniform] Sadie Dugan, what are you supposed to be, Baby Snooks?
Sadie: Hiya Lora Mae.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Get a load of that cap - I can't wait to tell Ma!
Rita Phipps: Lora Mae, would you sit there please?
Porter Hollingsway: Come on, sit down.
Sadie: There's a couple of things I could tell your Ma about you too.
Mrs. Manleigh: This great situation belongs in a true-to-life drama - are you two related?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: No we just had the same governess.
Sadie: [laughing] Ya kill me!
Porter Hollingsway: What do you want me to do about it - build you a personal broadcasting system?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: You don't need a station. Just yell a little louder.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: All right, so I'm gonna disgrace the fair name of Finney. Wait till it snows and throw me out in the street.
Mrs. Finney: Of all the times to quit a job, just before Christmas with all the bills due and five months due on the icebox!
Sadie: You got to make up your mind whether you want your kids happy or your icebox paid up.
Porter Hollingsway: OK. OK, you win. I'll marry you. How about it?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Thanks... for nothing.
Porter Hollingsway: Now what kind of an answer is that?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: I don't know. I just felt like it. That's all.
Porter Hollingsway: We'll do all right, kid. We're starting out where it takes most marriages years to get, out in the open. No jokers. You'll see. You've made a good deal, Lora Mae.
Mrs. Finney: [walking into the room] Lora Mae, honey, if you want me I'll be over at the Callahans' playing...
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Happy new year, Ma. We're gonna get married.
Mrs. Finney: ...Bingo!
Addie Ross: She won't stay mad at him for long. She's too much in love. Pretty soon she'll be full of self-reproach. Ha ha! Women are so silly.
Porter Hollingsway: It's a man's world. Yeah! See something you want, go after it and get it! That's nature. It's why we're made strong and women weak. Strong conquer and provide for the weak. That's what a man's for! Teach our kids that, there'd be more men!
Sadie: Look, I don't teach you about teachin'. Don't teach me about ducks.
Deborah Bishop: Why is it that sooner or later no matter what we talk about... we wind up talking about Addie Ross?
Addie Ross: [off voice] Maybe it's because if you girls didn't talk about me you wouldn't talk at all.
Porter Hollingsway: Like my wife. Comes from an old Spanish family named Finney.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: I've got very definite ideas.
Porter Hollingsway: Like what?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: There's never been anybody in particular. Nobody special.
Porter Hollingsway: Plenty that wanted to, I'll bet.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: What do you think?
Porter Hollingsway: That you've been waiting for that one guy to come along.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: I got very definite ideas.
Porter Hollingsway: What's he got to be like, this one guy?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Someone who wants to marry me more than anything else in the world.
Porter Hollingsway: You sure got wrong ideas about things.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: They may be wrong, but they're definite.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: I've been a good wife. The best wife your money could buy.
Porter Hollingsway: Strictly cash and carry.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that what you told me? "Out in the open. You made a good deal, kid." Did you every stop to think, Porter, that in over 3 years there's one word we've never said to each other, even in fun?
Porter Hollingsway: To you, I'm a cash register. You can't love a cash register.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: And I'm part of your inventory. You can't love that, either.
Porter Hollingsway: I asked you to marry me because I was crazy about you.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: You didn't even ask me!
Porter Hollingsway: I've been a good husband. You got everything you want.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: If you'd only asked me, if you'd only made me feel like a woman instead of a piece of merchandise!
Porter Hollingsway: Did you give me a chance to? All you ever showed me was your price tag.
Deborah Bishop: Have you any idea how much Lora Mae is in love with you?
Porter Hollingsway: [scornfully] No! How much?
Deborah Bishop: So much she's afraid to tell you, afraid you'd laugh at her.
Porter Hollingsway: Me laugh? She couldn't say it with a straight face. Lora Mae in love with me? It's all she can do to wait it out.
Deborah Bishop: Wait it out?
Porter Hollingsway: Yeah, like an annuity till it matures. Like a slot machine till it pays off. That's what she's waiting for. A chance to call it off, to collect. "The end of the line. Fares, please." Don't tell me about love and Lora Mae.
Rita Phipps: [rising from country club dinner table to dance] Let's get into this George - something tells me this is going to be QUITE a waltz.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: [dressed to lead a group of children hiking] Don't expected us back too soon - we kids are going after everything from sardines to wolves.
Rita Phipps: [archly] You'll have no trouble finding wolves, honey.
Sadie: You oughtn't to run around like that. You'll get consumption.
Lora Mae Hollingsway: It's late. I'd better be going home.
Porter Hollingsway: OK if I call you a cab?
Lora Mae Hollingsway: Beats walking in the snow.