Goodbye, Mr. Chips (1969)
Katie: [looking at a carving] What does that mean?
Chips: Gnothe seauthon. Know yourself. The watchword of Apollo.
Katie: The god of prophecy?
Chips: Among other things...
[Later at the close of the scene]
Katie: [contemplating the temple she has visited] Know yourself. That's quite a watchword. Gnothe seauthon.
Chips: You're most retentive.
Katie: Give me a good line and I can remember it.
Chips: Did you not hear Miss Bridges ask you to go?
Calbury: Who are you?
Chips: It doesn't matter who I am. It only matters that Miss Bridges wishes you to leave her house, and you are, therefore, leaving it.
Katie: Yes, well, you're very active for your age!
Chips: Since you cannot conceivably know what my age is, your most flattering compliment must be based on a somewhat conjectural premise.
Katie: [laughs] You've done it again. Now that's three times you've made me laugh. And only this morning I thought I'd never laugh again. I suppose it's your being a schoolmaster.
Chips: [insulted] I fail to see what is so laughable about that.
Katie: Well, no, it's not laughable. One doesn't laugh at people only because they're funny. Not some people. C'mon... there's so much to see before the sun goes down on us...
Katie: By the way, how do you know she isn't here?
Katie: The girl the Evening News said you were going to marry?
Calbury: Oh, yes. I saw that. Me and Penelope Fitzdouglas. Isn't it ridiculous?
Katie: [annoyed] Sidesplitting.
Katie: Sorry, am I going too fast for you?
Chips: My dear young lady, I could easily go just as fast as you if I cared to risk a broken ankle and be carried back on a stretcher. It's extremely foolish to leap around in a ruined circus like a mountain goat. Especially in those shoes. These stones are treacherous.
Katie: I'm going to ask Apollo a question.
Chips: You mustn't ask a personal question, well, not a specific one like uh...
Katie: Like "Will Bill Calbury come back to me?" No (sighs), I won't bore Apollo with that, I promise you.
Calbury: I've met you somewhere before. I certainly remember that voice.
Chips: Now here are your stick and hat, and that, as you plainly know, is the front door.
Calbury: Katie, you...?
Chips: Straight ahead, please.
Calbury: That voice. There's something about it. I don't know who you are, but I can guess what you are. You're a school teacher, aren't you?
Calbury: I bet you give your boys hell.
Chips: Only the bad ones.
Headmaster: An ancient ruin did you say, my dear?
Sutterwick: [upon seeing Katie] This isn't a joke, is it?
Headmaster's Wife: Chippings lost all sense of proportion.
Headmaster: Some people might think he'd found it.
Katie: I'm so terribly sorry about being late. Chips says it's almost as bad as being off your number.
Headmaster: I'm afraid I don't quite understand that allusion, Mrs. Chippings.
Katie: Oh, Mrs. Chippings! I just love when I'm called that.
Headmaster: And you are that, yes?
Katie: Oh, yes! Well and truly! Well, unless Chips is a bigamist which I rather suspect. How else could he have escaped... until now?
Katie: No, the allusion was to the stage which used to be my profession.
Headmaster's Wife: You're an actress, Mrs. Chipping?
Katie: Well, not even my best friends would call me that.
Headmaster's Wife: [snidely] Aw, and what would they call you?
Katie: A soubrette. That's the girl in musical comedy who sings the big number and, in the end, loses the man.
Katie: In real life, they nearly always end up the wives of earls. I nearly did. But luckily... I met Chips.
Chips: We must go in, dear. The headmaster always goes in last, and the boys always receive him standing and in silence.
Katie: Sounds like a dream entrance.
Katie: The headmaster's a darling. His wife's a bitch.
Chips: That's not a word we use here.
Katie: You should I think.
Ursula: Oh, but I adore English public schools! I simply worship them all! Even that idiotic Westchester... where you can't ask a boy out to tea without everyone asking the most extraordinary questions.
Katie: Ursula, darling, you must see the bell tower. And here's your guide (pointing to Herr Staefel).
Ursula: The bell tower? (realizing Katie's unspoken intention) Oh, yes, of course... the bell tower! (Laughs) Later...
Staefel: I hope you like early English perpendicular.
Ursula: Darling, I revel in early English perpendicular!
Chips: [to his students] The Lex Canuleia is not, as Cawley Minor seems to think, a law regulating canals, but a law that permitted Roman patricians to marry plebeians. An easy way to remember it is to imagine a Miss Plebeian wishing to marry a Mr. Patrician, and Mr. Patrician saying he can't. She could then reply "Oh yes, you can, you liar."
Chips: [to his students] There was a boy who, when asked to translate into Latin Tennyson's beautiful lines "Break, break, break on Thy cold grey stones, O Sea," came up with "O fluctus, fluctus, rumpety-rumpety jam!" (laughter from the class) He's now a bishop. (More laughter)
Chips: You are William C. Belfridge's ward. Miss Katherine Bridges.
Katie: Now that's wrong, too. It's not my real name. My real name is... now you won't laugh, will you? It's Brisket.
Chips: Charmingly Anglo-Saxon.
Chips: [after Miss Honeybun interrupts them] Oh, I'm extremely sorry, I was kissing my wife.
Miss Honeybun: Why?
Chips: I don't know, really. It somehow seemed a good idea at the time.
Chips: Is my wife here?
Ursula: Wife? Which wife, darling?
Chips: She was called Katherine Bridges.
Ursula: Katie? Of course she's here! Did you say 'wife,' darling?
Ursula: Well, that would make you her husband, wouldn't it?
Chips: Yes, it would.
Ursula: Then she's not here, darling. She's nowhere near the place.
[Chips starts to leave. Ursula stops him]
Ursula: That's what I was told to say, if you came in. She's in the kitchen, darling, making scrambled eggs.
Chips: I refuse utterly to become the secret lover of a well-known actress.
Katie: Who said lover?
Chips: Well, friend, I would like to be.
Katie: Who said friend?
Chips: What is there between lover and friend?
Ursula: Of course, you two are married or something, aren't you?
Chips: Married, madam, and quite definitely not something.
Ursula: I adore this man. When you're finished with him, Katie, lend him to me.
Chips: I don't think I do know you.
Ursula: You must be mad. What's your name?
Chips: Arthur Chipping.
Ursula: That's right. You take to drink.
Chips: I do not take to drink, madam. Excuse me.
[Chips and Staefel are discussing Katie, Chips's new wife]
Staefel: Oh, dear fellow, dear fellow, I hope you've been wise.
Chips: Of course, I've been wise you old idiot.
Staefel: A pretty face is not everything, you know, dear fellow. There's so many questions of temperament and suitability.
Chips: "Suitability?" That's a horrible word, Max. It isn't even in the dictionary.
Staefel: It's in Webster.
Chips: Oh, Webster. Are you implying she's unsuitable to me?
Staefel: I'm simply wondering is she's suitable... as your wife.
[after Katie flees to London, afraid she will cause a scandal for Chips]
Chips: That's a bloody silly word! "Suitability."
Staefel: I didn't invent it.
Chips: How do *I* know?
Staefel: It's in Webster!
Chips: Well, I'm not going to let it happen, Max!
[Chips runs down the street and jumps onto a passing bus, headed for London. Clinging to the side of the bus, he shouts back]
Chips: Apollo has willed it!
Headmaster: Chippings' waiting for his wife, I think.
Headmaster's Wife: [skeptical] His wife?
Sutterwick: Flabbergasting. Who on earth?
Headmaster's Wife: Who on earth indeed?
Headmaster's Wife: It's what we've all been asking ourselves ever since we heard the news.
Headmaster: It's apparently someone he met on one of his excursions to the ancient ruins of Pompeii.
Headmaster's Wife: Somewhat of an ancient ruin herself, no doubt.