The Razor's Edge (1984)

Faith Brook: Louisa Bradley (Isabel's mother)

Quotes 

• Elliott Templeton : You know, if I may say so, Louisa, it makes perfect sense to me. All Americans should avail themselves of at least one season in Paris just prior to marriage. It curbs the itches which tend to rise a year or two down the connubial pike.

  Louisa Bradley (Isabel's mother) : Elliot, don't be vulgar.

  Elliott Templeton : You know, that's always been my problem. People think I'm being vulgar when I'm being serious, and they think I'm being serious when I'm being vulgar.

• Elliott Templeton : [Holding freshly made hot dogs at the fair]  This is the singly most disgusting concoction in the culinary annals.

  Louisa Bradley (Isabel's mother) : That didn't stop you eating a dozen of them every 4th of July when you were a boy, Elliott.

  Elliott Templeton : Well, this quaint little village may have been the place of my birth, but after 15 years in Paris, I have come to regard that as a most unfortunate accident of genetics.

  Louisa Bradley (Isabel's mother) : [laughing]  Oh, Elliot, you are the biggest snob in the world!

  Elliott Templeton : I sincerely hope so.

  Larry Darrell : Nice looking dog you've got there, Unc!

  Elliott Templeton : Oh, how I envy you, young man. Off to Paris, the City of Light. You know, I really ought to provide you with a few introductions. I could put you in touch with some of the most elite members of the European aristocracy while you're there.

• Elliott Templeton : [Louisa and Isabel have arrived from America and are visiting him in his Parisian mansion]  This is my music room.

  Louisa Bradley (Isabel's mother) : Oh, isn't that lovely?

  Isabel Bradley : Oh, what a beautiful piano!

  Elliott Templeton : Well, it's a spinet by Larande, late 18th century French.

  Louisa Bradley (Isabel's mother) : It must have cost a fortune.

  Elliott Templeton : It did. My poor dear friend, the viscount de Corvence had to part with it at a slight reduction, but then, estates are so draining on one these days, don't you find?

  Isabel Bradley : And are all these things for sale?

  Elliott Templeton : [a bit bemused]  My dear Louisa, this isn't a shop. Oh, I occasionally allow the odd piece to be torn from my grasp.