Somewhere in Time (1980)
Elise McKenna: The man of my dreams has almost faded now. The one I have created in my mind. The sort of man each woman dreams of, in the deepest and most secret reaches of her heart. I can almost see him now before me. What would I say to him if he were really here? "Forgive me. I have never known this feeling. I have lived without it all my life. Is it any wonder, then, I failed to recognise you? You, who brought it to me for the first time. Is there any way that I can tell you how my life has changed? Any way at all to let you know what sweetness you have given me? There is so much to say. I cannot find the words. Except for these: I love you". Such would I say to him if he were really here.
Elise McKenna: I am an actress, Mr. Robinson, not a doormat. Do not attempt to wipe your boots on me.
[seeing Richard for the first time]
Elise McKenna: Is it you? Is it?
Richard Collier: This is not for a play, Miss Roberts. This is something very personal.
[shows her the pocketwatch]
Laura Roberts: Where did you get that?
Richard Collier: Well, she gave it to me, ma'am. At the opening of a play I wrote eight years ago at Millfield College.
Laura Roberts: That watch was very precious to her. She never- never left it out of her possession. It disappeared the night she died.
Richard Collier: She died that night?
Richard Collier: I owe you an apology. I understand you now. You have nothing but the best motives in mind for her, but so do I.
Richard Collier: Please, don't leave. You have no idea how far I've come to be with you.
Richard Collier: See you around, Arthur.
Elise McKenna: There is so much to say... I cannot find the words. Except for these: 'I love you.'
[various snippets in crowd chatter]
Richard Collier: I got some news. There was an agent in the house tonight, and he said he thinks this play might be good enough for Broadway.
[cheers from crowd]
Richard Collier: Fingers crossed, who knows? Come on, let's all have some cake.
Arthur Biehl: [on telephone] Operator? Get Dr. Paul up to suite 313 right away.
Doctor: Looks like he hasn't eaten in a week. You better send for an ambulance.
Hotel Manager: I'll call one right now.
Arthur Biehl: What a shame. If I'd only known.
Hotel Manager: [on telephone] Operator? Get an ambulance. Right away.
Arthur Biehl: He is going to make it, isn't he?
Doctor: I don't know.
Hotel Manager: They're on their way. How is he?
Doctor: We're going to need some oxygen.
Arthur Biehl: Oh...
Hotel Manager: We've got some downstairs. I'll get it right now.
Arthur Biehl: Keep him warm with this blanket. Such a fine man. What a shame. I wonder what happened.
Doctor: We've gotta keep him going until they get here.
Arthur Biehl: [on telephone, distant] Gladys, this is Arthur again, in Mr. Collier's suite. We've got to