You're a Big Boy Now (1966)
Margery Chanticleer: Remember my promise: If you don't smoke until you're 21, I'll give you a special no-smoking present. Say goodbye to Rover, he's heartbroken.
Bernard Chanticleer: Goodbye, Dog.
Margery Chanticleer: Don't eat too much, don't stay out too late, don't go to suspicious places to play cards, and stay away from girls. But most of all, Bernard, try to be happy.
[Raef recites a poem of his]
Raef Del Grado: Oh, don't you think it's very odd, That we should kneel and pray to god, When by all accounts, we might, Send our problems up by kite!
Miss Thing: Last week I was 19. Today I'm 42. If I had an eggshell for every day I'd spent alone, I'd have a lot of eggshells.
[I.H. notices his wife sobbing over an antique bible]
I. H. Chanticleer: Margery, your lint is settling on the Guttenberg Bible.
Bernard Chanticleer: Aw, to hell with you're Guttenberg Bible. I hate your Guttenberg Bible!
[Barbara takes a cigarette out of Bernard's mouth]
Barbara Darling: You like those coffin nails too much. Better watch out. Better not cough.
Raef Del Grado: You absolutely must not use the book elevator, Bernard.
Bernard Chanticleer: Who is she?
Raef Del Grado: It's illegal, it's dangerous and it'll only get you to trouble.
Raef Del Grado: When you call your father 'dad' are you really thinking 'daddy'?
Barbara Darling: You're perfect.
Bernard Chanticleer: Me?
Barbara Darling: Absolutely hunky dory perfect. You're just what I need in my life.
Raef Del Grado: Double trouble. Specially when it's your father and he has eyes everywhere.
Miss Thing: I wanted you to know that I run a respectable apartment building.
I. H. Chanticleer: Well, I run a respectable son.
Bernard Chanticleer: What's wrong with me?
Barbara Darling: Nothing that a firing squad couldn't fix it.
Barbara Darling: Take off your jacket. Relax.
Barbara Darling: Would you like a drink? Coffee?
Bernard Chanticleer: Coffee? A drink. Maybe better coffee. I mean, a drink of coffee.
Barbara Darling: I know what's wrong with you. You would like a glass of milk! But you're afraid to ask for because you'll think Barbara will think you're a little boy. But it's alright. You can ask Barbara for a glass of milk and she'll bring it to you. Go on. Ask Barbara for a glass of milk. Say: I want a glass of milk.
Bernard Chanticleer: I want a glass of milk.
Barbara Darling: You see? See how easy, sunshine?
Bernard Chanticleer: Can you hear me, dad?
I. H. Chanticleer: I'll see you in my office right now, big boy.
Bernard Chanticleer: Well, gosh, I'm lonely and young. I'm always lonely even when I'm with people. Specially when I'm with people.
Amy Partlett: [about Bernard's father making a pass at her] It was terrible.
Bernard Chanticleer: My poor mother.
Amy Partlett: Poor me!