Wedding Rehearsal (1932)
Joan Gardner: Lady Rose Mary
Countess of Stokeshire : We were afraid our cable wouldn't catch you!
Harry : Oh, yes, it caught me all right.
Earl of Stokeshire : Weren't you surprised?
Harry : Never so knocked over in all my life!
Lady Rose Mary : But what did you say, Uncle?
Harry : I said, Bl-bless the children, they've bagged a brace of princes or grand-dukes, I'll be bound. Eh, my dears?
Lady Rose Mary : Well, Uncle, they're not exactly...
Lady Mary Rose : Oh, who cares about a title anyhow?
Harry : Mmm. Of course, of course... if you love him, it doesn't matter if he's called Thompson!
Tootles : [clearing throat] As a matter of fact, my name IS Thompson.
Harry : Never worry, my dear boy! I daresay you've done nothing to deserve it!
Countess of Stokeshire : I suppose... I suppose you've no idea what it is I want to talk to you about?
Lady Mary Rose : No, Mumsy, darling.
Countess of Stokeshire : Oh, what a pity! I-I-I'd hoped you'd help me out a little.
Lady Rose Mary : Well, darling, if you tell us what it's all about, we'll do our best.
Countess of Stokeshire : Well, you see, in these days, almost everything is-is made by machinery. And that-that might have given you wrong ideas.
Lady Mary Rose : How do you mean, darling?
Countess of Stokeshire : Well... well, when-when I was a girl, chickens used to lay their own eggs. But now they're all born in glass boxes... like cuckoos.
Lady Rose Mary : But cuckoos aren't born in glass boxes, darling!
Lady Mary Rose : She means incubators.
Countess of Stokeshire : Yes, darling, that's right. That's right. Well-well, you-you mustn't expect anything of that sort.
Lady Rose Mary : We don't, my angel.
Countess of Stokeshire : [playing nervously with her handkerchief] You see, when I first married your father, he didn't-he didn't look to me at all the kind of man to go and have twins.
Lady Mary Rose : But, darling, he didn't have them, you did!
Countess of Stokeshire : Yes... yes, in a way, but-but... he-he gave me the idea. Do you know what I mean?