The Young in Heart (1938)
Marmy Carleton: The Sahib doesn't believe in unemployment.
Mrs. Jennings: He doesn't?
Marmy Carleton: He thinks it should all be done away with.
Mrs. Jennings: How interesting!
Marmy Carleton: He says the only way to do away with unemployment is to do away with employment. If nobody worked, there couldn't be any unemployment, and so the Sahib hasn't done a speck of work for a year. Passive resistance, you know. Ghandi.
Leslie Saunders: Well, what can you do besides look rather too good-looking?
Richard Carleton: Well, I... I'm, a champion swimmer, rattling good game of tennis, fair golf, and I rumba like the angel Gabriel.
Duncan Macrae: You're a bad mannered, bad tempered, outrageous female, but I have discovered that I cannot live without you.
Miss Fortune: Oh, I've seen many lovely things on this little jaunt. But, I've had to see them alone. And, after all, we see them best, really, through the eyes of those we love. Wasn't it Rossetti who said something like that somewhere: beauty, without the beloved, is a sword through the heart.
Richard Carleton: Do you think people ever change?
George-Anne Carleton: Not us... ever. We just aren't any good.
Richard Carleton: I think I am.
George-Anne Carleton: Don't make me tired.
Marmy Carleton: My little girl's going to have a birthday this year.
George-Anne Carleton: Did you ever know anybody who married for love?
Opening Title Card: THE RIVERA! Coney Island with a Monocle... where the Beach twinkles like a Gold Piece and the Moon comes rolling out of a Slot Machine... here Millionaire Mama seeks a glamorous Son-in-Law, while Tired Papa looks for New Ways to get Trimmed... And here came the Carletons, a merry little streamlined Family exuding Charm and a touch of Larceny with every fortune-hunting Smile...
Duncan Macrae: I do not understand why your brother's marrying that girl? She's very ugly and she's very stupid.
George-Anne Carleton: Oh, he loves her, Duncan. Love is strange!
George-Anne Carleton: Why, hello, Duncan. Where did you come from?
Duncan Macrae: Don't try to be off-hand with me, George-Anne. I'm very, very angry. I had to take a flying-machine to catch you and I cannot afford to have flying-machines chase you about.
George-Anne Carleton: Well, nobody asked you to chase me about.
Duncan Macrae: You're a daft and undependable female!
Miss Fortune: It's lonely at night, isn't it? You're so young.
George-Anne Carleton: Yes.
Miss Fortune: I don't like to see night come. Do you?
George-Anne Carleton: Why, I don't think I ever noticed.
Miss Fortune: When you're old, night comes too soon, always.
'Sahib' Carleton: Are you sure you're not hurt, my dear?
Marmy Carleton: I don't think so, Sahib. I don't know how you're supposed to feel after a train wreck.
'Sahib' Carleton: If the old girl doesn't cough up something after all we've done for her, I shall lose my faith in human nature.
Miss Fortune: One must have faith in the people one loves. One must have faith or go through life - alone.
Leslie Saunders: Planning to stay long?
Richard Carleton: I hadn't. Now that I see you again...
Leslie Saunders: You've never seen me before.
Richard Carleton: I've seen you all my life, in my dreams.
Leslie Saunders: That's not a very good line.
Leslie Saunders: Why come to me?
Richard Carleton: Well, I was walking along and suddenly an unseen spirit grabbed me by the arm and lead me straight up here to you. It's kismet! Now, you think that means we have to marry each other? If you're not otherwise engaged, of course.
Leslie Saunders: I do not and I can't make up my mind whether you're a lunatic or merely very young.
Richard Carleton: I'm neither. I'm just lonely.
Leslie Saunders: We need somebody to sort the mail. Two quid a week. Come back in the morning, eight o'clock.
Richard Carleton: I'm yours to command! You couldn't make it nine o'clock, could you?
Leslie Saunders: Eight o'clock.
George-Anne Carleton: Is she pretty?
Richard Carleton: Hmm. Comme ci comme ça.
George-Anne Carleton: Is she intelligent?
Richard Carleton: She typewrites well.
George-Anne Carleton: Is she fun?
Richard Carleton: She's a business gal!
George-Anne Carleton: Well, there must be something about her for you to take her out.
Richard Carleton: There is. She's my boss. And it's a very sound policy, my child, to keep in the good graces of one's boss.
Richard Carleton: The aged are slow, my child; just as the young are foolish and impatient.
Leslie Saunders: I wonder if you'd have any idea what sort I really am?
Richard Carleton: Of course I have. Sane. Practical.
Leslie Saunders: That's right.
Richard Carleton: Ambitious. Hard working.
Leslie Saunders: That's right.
Richard Carleton: Utterly moral.
Leslie Saunders: Utterly.
Richard Carleton: Straight on the shoulder.
Leslie Saunders: Straight as a rivet.
Richard Carleton: Well, in that case, I should think you'd greatly admire me if I skipped all the approachment and just kissed you without any preliminaries.
Leslie Saunders: I should not only admire you, I should respect you.
Richard Carleton: Well, there's something to be said for your philosophy.
George-Anne Carleton: Yes. I know. We're all palsy-walsy. Sit down before I knock you down.
Richard Carleton: I have to undress myself. Take off my shoesy-woosy.
Richard Carleton: Take off my own shoesy-woosy.
George-Anne Carleton: Very considerate of you, Rick!
Richard Carleton: First, my shoesy-woosy. Then, my socksy-woxsy. Then - my tie-sy-wisey!
Duncan Macrae: Richard says you're eatin' your heart out for me.
George-Anne Carleton: Richard told you that!
Duncan Macrae: He did.
George-Anne Carleton: Then, got him drunk and made him say it.
Duncan Macrae: If you were a man I'd knock you down for that!
Miss Fortune: Oh, my dear! My dear! Young people are so foolish. They don't know that love never comes twice.
Richard Carleton: Say, don't think - please don't think badly of me.
Miss Fortune: Why should I think badly of you? You were only being gay and happy and proud, perhaps, of your job. And most of all, young.
'Sahib' Carleton: If I were to say that the Wombat is the last word in mechanical perfection, I should be withholding the full truth. The Wombat is above mechanical perfection. The Wombat is ahead of it's time. As far ahead of it's time as was - well, Socrates, of his. A pretty thing, isn't it?
Wombat Customer: Yes. Well, Lt. Carleton, I believe in you and I'd like to put in my order for three of them. One for myself. And one for my wife. And - one for my - well...
'Sahib' Carleton: I understand, perfectly, sir. I shall deliver the third one to you personally at your Club.
Miss Fortune: I'm an old woman, Mr. Anstruther. A very old woman - who has led a lonely, useless life. But, I've learned somethings in my loneliness. Perhaps because of it. I've learned not to judge people. I've learned to take them as I find them, not as others find them. Amd most of all, I've learned to give complete and unquestioning faith to the people I love.
'Sahib' Carleton: Permit me to say, ma'am, that you dance exquisitely.
Miss Fortune: It is a beautiful dance, isn't it?
'Sahib' Carleton: With you, ma'am, it's a poem.