Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967)
Miss Flannery: Forget the boy, Dillmount, get yourself a canary!
Millie Dillmount: [to herself] Forget the boy, Dillmount, get yourself a man!
Millie Dillmount: I'm going to be a stenog. Tomorrow I start interviewing bosses.
Miss Dorothy Brown: I thought it was the other way around, bosses interviewing you?
Millie Dillmount: Oh, I can typewrite forty words a minute. I'm in demand. Besides, I'm going to marry an eligible bachelor. You see, I'm going to marry my boss... whoever he may be.
Miss Dorothy Brown: You're a modern!
Millie Dillmount: Thoroughly!
[looking at one of the gargoyles on the building he's climbing]
Jimmy Smith: Why, Judith Tremaine! Fancy meeting you here!
Miss Dorothy Brown: [after Judith Tremaine walks away] Bitch!
Muzzy Van Hossmere: [seeing Millie in tears] Oh! Moderns don't cry.
Millie Dillmount: No. No, of course not.
Muzzy Van Hossmere: Now Millie, I must apologize for my guest. Judith is a rude and spoiled young lady. You must not let her upset you.
Millie Dillmount: Oh Muzzy, I'm so mixed up, so confused. It's not only Miss Tremaine, though she did read me right. I am a working girl, and a boob.
Muzzy Van Hossmere: Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with being a working girl. I was a working girl myself in the chorus, but I wasn't a boob.
Millie Dillmount: No, you married well, and that's exactly my plan, and I've got to stick to it.
Muzzy Van Hossmere: Jimmy told me your plans, Millie, to marry your boss.
[Millie nods yes]
Muzzy Van Hossmere: Love has nothing to do with it?
Millie Dillmount: Yes, Ma'am, I'm a modern.
Muzzy Van Hossmere: You're a boob.
[after doing loop de loops in the air, Muzzy has just gotten off the bi-plane with her flying instructor, Baron Richter]
Muzzy Van Hossmere: [rubbing her ears] You know, Baron Richter, those loop de loops are beginning to affect my inner ear. They really are.
[Baron Richter grabs Muzzy, dips her then kisses her]
Muzzy Van Hossmere: [grabbing her cleared ears in amazement] Why Baron Richter, you're perfectly marvelous.
[Baron Richter stands at attention in acknowledgment]
Muzzy Van Hossmere: And to think we were against you in the late war.
Miss Dorothy Brown: Oh, I do hope he won't be an addict. I mean with all that dope.
Millie Dillmount: It didn't hurt Sleeping Beauty or Snow White.
Millie Dillmount: So you're not in paper clips?
Miss Dorothy Brown: Well, that's not far from the truth, Millie. The fortune was founded in steel.
Millie Dillmount: [nodding] Oh. I don't understand.
Trevor Graydon: Bolt the door. Take off your things. Let's have a sample.
Miss Dorothy Brown: Operator, you have obviously never been in a Chinese opium den!
[Millie is trying to seduce her boss Trevor Graydon, who has nicknamed her John]
Millie Dillmount: Do you have a mo?
Trevor Graydon: A what?
Millie Dillmount: A moment. I would just love to get a man's opinion of Rudolph Valentino.
Trevor Graydon: Huh?
Millie Dillmount: I mean, in The Sheik, he takes Agnes Ayres by brute force, and she enjoys it. She enjoys it... a lot. What is your opinion of brute force, Mr. Graydon?
Trevor Graydon: Well, I'm not for it. No, I'm not for it at all. No, that is not what women really want today. The late war has upset them. Now they are disillusioned. They yearn for truth. Give them a young man they can trust. Tom Sawyer, at twenty.
Millie Dillmount: I never read Tom Sawyer. Was he... sexy?
Trevor Graydon: He was only twelve!
Millie Dillmount: [seductively] So? If ya got it, ya got it.
Trevor Graydon: [shocked] Why John!
Jimmy Smith: My, what lovely elbows you have, Miss Flannery!
Miss Flannery: From my mother's side of the family.
[Referring to the elevator]
Miss Dorothy Brown: Oh, I love it! All you do in the Ritz elevator is go up and down!
Judith Tremaine: [after Millie tries to clean the mascara running onto her Paris dress] SOY SAUCE! SOY SAUCE! She covered my Paris gown with soy sauce!
Millie Dillmount: [talking to Miss Dorothy about the Friendship dance] Watch out for the Macy's stock boys... they pinch!
Millie Dillmount: Let me get you some more coffee, Mr. Graydon.
[Millie picks up his coffee cup, looks at it, then smells its contents]
Millie Dillmount: [excitedly] Strong spirits!
Trevor Graydon: Not strong enough!
James Van Hossmere: What do you want for a wedding present, Mrs. Van Hossmere?
Millie Van Hossmere: A checkbook, by jingo. Rich people can nickel and dime you to death.
Taxi driver: That'll be 35 cents please.
Miss Dorothy Brown: A pen, please.
Taxi driver: A pen? What for?
Miss Dorothy Brown: To write a check.
Taxi driver: A check? 35 cents I said, not 35 dollars. Who writes a check for 35 cents?
Miss Dorothy Brown: Oh, I do.
[while making out in a car, Millie stops to explain her plans as Jimmy nuzzles her neck]
Millie Dillmount: I'm your equal. I'm going to meet you men on your own terms, cater to your craving for efficiency, learn to talk sports, tell jokes, smoke, drink, and yes, if I have to, I'll even kiss you back!
Jimmy Smith: Does he have a pet name for you?
Millie Dillmount: Yes! John!
Jimmy Smith: John?
Millie Dillmount: John.
Jimmy Smith: John, that's not very romantic.
Millie Dillmount: No, but it's modern.
Jimmy Smith: [as he's being dragged away by Miss Flannery] It seems I'm leaving now. Goodbye, Millie.
Jimmy Smith: You think that...?
Trevor Graydon: I do.
Jimmy Smith: You don't mean...?
Trevor Graydon: I'm afraid.
Jimmy Smith: Then by now she could be...
Trevor Graydon: Yes.
Muzzy Van Hossmere: Myself, I prefer to sleep in the all-together.
Millie Dillmount: Cut your hair! Let them see how truly abandoned you are!
Miss Dorothy Brown: Cut my hair? But I don't understand. Millie, I don't think...
Millie Dillmount: People can't find the real you under those curls!
[Millie watches Mrs. Meers slap the two Chinese laundry men]
Millie Dillmount: [thinking to herself] Mrs. Meers certainly insists on a snowy wash!
Dorothy's dance partner: [dancing] Do you know the Tapioca?
Miss Dorothy Brown: [shy] Can't say I do...
Dorothy's dance partner: It's the latest!
Miss Dorothy Brown: Well, I'm here to learn!
[he whisks her away]
Miss Dorothy Brown: [talking about the dance, as she's moving in] Would you introduce me to the gang?
Millie Dillmount: Well, they're a pretty high-spirited bunch.
Miss Dorothy Brown: White poor people usually are.