Dream Wife (1953)
Mr. Brown: Mr Reade...
Clemson Reade: Oh, good evening.
Clemson Reade: I've been waiting to talk with you.
Mr. Brown: Really? Anything wrong?
Mr. Brown: Yes. It's about that, er, bearded gentleman.
Clemson Reade: You mean our friendly skyscraper?
Mr. Brown: He's been trying to buy our chambermaids!
Clemson Reade: He has?
Mr. Brown: Yes. He's been offering them positions in the Khan's harem.
Clemson Reade: I hope he hasn't offended them.
Mr. Brown: Offended them? Six of the girls have already accepted.
Clemson Reade: [softly] What?
Effie: I am afraid that we'll have to postpone the wedding till after the oil deal is signed.
Clemson Reade: [alarmed] What?
Effie: I don't see any other way. Truly I don't. There are so many things to get done. Meetings, conferences, reports, and all of them so urgent.
Clemson Reade: So is our wedding.
Effie: But I mean *really* urgent.
Clemson Reade: We haven't been able to make a definite plan since we met.
Effie: Well, we went to Vermont for two weeks.
Clemson Reade: Yes. Yes, that's right. To her grandfather's farm. For two wonderful relaxing weeks in glorious Vermont.
Walter McBride: Tim'll be there in September.
Clemson Reade: We spent *one* day there. She had to leave to take care of the crisis in Sahara; some of the sand was missing.
Effie: Well, you stayed on.
Clemson Reade: With grandfather. It wasn't the same thing.
Effie: [Pointing at a globe] Here is Bukistan.
Clemson Reade: [mumbling] Oh, I know, I have been there.
Effie: Here is the United States.
Clemson Reade: [mumbling] Yes, yes, I have been there too.
Effie: We have just *one* thing in common. Oil! Every plan we make for peace or war depends on that oil.
Clemson Reade: 'That so?
Effie: I don't have to tell you what happened in Iran. Half the free world had to learn how to pronounce the name Mosadegh.
Clemson Reade: I still can't.
Effie: The same thing is happening again, only this time there will a lot of new names to learn. And the only way to get that oil is to get those names on the dotted line.
Effie: [recites love poem to Clem] The night is filled with muted sounds / The air is still, but in the hush / The whispers of a thousand lovers. // You and I together here, to dream a thousand wonders / The night is still, we kiss, / And in my heart a thousand thunders.
Clemson Reade: Gentlemen, I must say, I'm delighted to meet you... mustn't I?
Clemson Reade: Oh, I didn't mean that. What you are doing *is* important.
Effie: But not as important as cooking your breakfast. You don't need me for that. You can buy it for a dollar an hour. We've been emancipated, Mr. Reade. Have you heard of Susan B. Anthony?
Clemson Reade: Can she cook?
Clemson Reade: [as they walk toward the altar for their wedding] What can you expect from a woman? You're weak, helpless, and nothing but trouble. And that goes for all of you. Harriet Beecher Stowe. She wrote about slaves, didn't she? Well, it sure takes one to know one.
Tarji: She great woman. She write Uncle Tom's Cabin.
Clemson Reade: Susan B. Anthony...
Tarji: Susan B. Anthony fight for woman's vote. And that not all. Carry Country...
Clemson Reade: Carry Nation!
Tarji: Carry Nation.