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How to Murder Your Wife (1965) Poster

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Charles Firbank: Good God. Doesn't speak English? And yet, on the other hand, if one will go around marrying persons who pop out of cakes, it's bound to be, well, rather catch as catch can, isn't it, sir?

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Stanley Ford: My God, you're Italian!

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Stanley Ford: Push the button, Harold.

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Stanley Ford: You get-um dressed, me go talk-um Butler.

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Charles Firbank: This is Mr. Ford's shower - thermostatically controlled at Mr. Ford's body temperature: ninety-eight point *seven*!

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Stanley Ford: Good evening, Judge Blackstone. I'm afraid this is a mournful occasion.

Judge Blackstone: Not at all, my boy, not at all. Been married 38 years myself. And I don't regret one day of it. The one day I don't regret was... August 2, 1936. She was off visiting her ailing mother at the time.

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Harold Lampson: I am speaking to you now not as your lawyer but as your friend. Stan, you are a grown man and grown men simply can't, repeat cannot, go around spreading terror on the New York streets at the height of the noon hour accompanied -will you stop just a minute, Stan?- by naked women.

Stanley Ford: She wasn't naked. She had a diamond in her navel.

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Stanley Ford: Here you are in the prime of life. A handsome figure of a man, successful in business, adored by one and all. In fact, it could be said that you had it made, except for the one thing.

Harold Lampson: I'm a lousy lawyer, huh?

Stanley Ford: [scoffs] No, you're married.

Harold Lampson: Yeah, but being married is the normal way to live. Isn't it?

Stanley Ford: Who says so?

Harold Lampson: Edna?

Stanley Ford: Oh Harold, I think you've been brainwashed. You're missing a very important point: marriage is not a basic fact of nature, it's an invention. It's like the infield fly rule; it exists only because the women say so and like idiots we just go following right along.

Harold Lampson: Uh...no, no, no, uh, Stan, I don't know what I would do without Edna. She...she...she plans the meals, sends my shirts to the laundry...

Stanley Ford: [interrupting] Harold, you're making another basic common masculine mistake: you're confusing love and laundry.

Harold Lampson: [rubbing the side of his face] Love and laundry, ay?

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Stanley Ford: Gentlemen...

[looks at Harold Lampson, who gives him a wink and a grin; turns back to jury]

Stanley Ford: Gentlemen, I address you not as judge and jury, but as a fellow American male. The crime that you have just seen Harold Lampson commit in his imagination I have been accused of committing in reality. Too long has the American man allowed himself to be bullied, coddled, and mothered, and tyrannized, and in general meant to feel like a feeble-minded idiot by the female of the species. Do you realize the power that you have in your hand here today? If one man - just one man - can stick his wife in the goop from the gloppitta-gloppitta machine, and get away with it! Whoa-ho-ho, boy, we've got it made. We have got it made. All of us.

Charles Firbank: Hear! Hear!

Stanley Ford: Gentlemen, I did it.

[crowd murmurs]

Stanley Ford: I killed her. I murdered my wife.

[judge bangs gavel]

Stanley Ford: Every single charge that the district attorney has leveled against me is true. Indeed, I did slip her a Mickey - brrrup-brrrap!

[smacks rail]

Stanley Ford: I cold-bloodedly then fed her into a tomb of goop from the gloppitta-gloppitta machine! I ask you to acquit me! Acquit me on the grounds of justifiable homicide. And not for my sake... for yours.

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Stanley Ford: 'Bash Brannigan, Secret Agent' is syndicated in 463 newspapers. You know why?

Harold Lampson: Sure, I know... Because it's hard-core pornography, softened slightly, ever so slightly, by excessive violence and SADISM!

Stanley Ford: 'Bash Brannigan' is enjoyed by millions because my readers know it's absolutely authentic! I'd never ask Bash to do anything I hadn't already done myself!

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Harold Lampson: Stan, Stan, uh, I wanna' remind you, lad, that you're now 37 years old. And quite frankly, it's time that you settled down. Now, Edna and I were discussing it last night, and Edna feels - and frankly I agree with her - that there is something almost immoral about a man of your age who isn't married. Doesn't go to an office, sits around drawing an infantile comic strip, that appeals only to morons, Stanley... Stanley? Stanley? Are you listening?

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