John Williams credited as playing...
Thomas Fairchild
- Thomas Fairchild: He's still David Larrabee, and you're still the chauffeur's daughter, and you're still reaching for the moon.
- Sabrina Fairchild: No, father. The moon's reaching for ME.
- Sabrina Fairchild: I hate girls that giggle all the time.
- Thomas Fairchild: You hate every girl David looks at.
- Thomas Fairchild: It wouldn't have worked out really, darling. The papers and everybody else would've said how fine and democratic for a Larrabee to marry a chauffeur's daughter, but would they praise the chauffeur's daughter? No. Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing, Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.
- Thomas Fairchild: [reading a letter from Sabrina] ... I decided to be sensible the other day and tore up David's picture. Could you please airmail me some Scotch tape?
- Thomas Fairchild: Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing, Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.
- Thomas Fairchild: [reading aloud a letter from Sabrina] He came to the cooking school to take a refresher course in soufflés and liked me so much he decided to stay on for the fish.
- Thomas Fairchild: I like to think of life as a limousine. Though we are all riding together, we must remember our places. There's a front seat and a back seat and a window in between.
- Linus Larrabee: Fairchild, I never realized it before, but you're a terrible snob.
- Thomas Fairchild: Yes, sir.
- Thomas Fairchild: May I ask, sir, what exactly are your intentions?
- Linus Larrabee: My intentions? Unethical, reprehensible but very practical.
- Thomas Fairchild: I beg your pardon?
- Charles - Butler: Oh, you should see her! You should see Sabrina! The prettiest girl, the prettiest dress, the best dancer, the belle of the ball! And such poise, as though she belonged up there!
- Thomas Fairchild: I don't like it.
- Jenny - Maid: Who's she dancing with? David?
- Charles - Butler: That's right. And he's holding her so close I don't see how the poor girl can breathe. And the way they look into each other's eyes!
- Thomas Fairchild: I don't like it.
- Margaret - Cook: Oh, Tom! You ought to be happy for her. This is what she wanted. This is where she belongs.
- Thomas Fairchild: No it's not. And it's not where I belong. Remember the chauffeur on the Harrington estate? His daughter fell in love with the son of the house. And the first thing he knew, he was driving the family to the church, changing his uniform, and walking down the aisle to give the bride away. That's not for me. I don't like it.