High Society
1956
Mike: She's a lovely girl. Tracy: Yes, isn't she? Ah, but we're afraid she has a homicidal streak.
Mrs Lord: Tracy, look at the way she does her hair. Tracy: Oh, yes, it's lovely. Is it lacquered?
Tracy: Do you like my dress? Uncle Willie: Oh yes, it's quite beautiful. Tracy: It's awfully heavy.
Uncle Willie: My dear boy, this is the sort of day history tells us is better spent in bed.
Mike: Didn't you once know a girl named Tracy Samantha Lord? Dexter: Yes, I did. Mike: No, you didn't! If you did, you wouldn't have let her go!
Tracy: Look everybody, it's Uncle Willy! Wasn't it nice of Uncle Willy to surprise us?
Dexter: Uncle Willy, this morning you look like a tree full of owls.
Tracy: My, she was yar.
Mike: Don't dig that kind of crooning, chum. Dexter: You must be one of the newer fellows.
Dexter: (hits Mike, turns to George) She's not your wife yet and she *was* mine you know. (George stalks off, Dexter turns to Mike) Thought I'd better get in first, he's in much better shape. Mike: You'll do.
Mike: Mr Kittredge, it may interest you to know that our so-called affair consisted of exactly two kisses and one rather late swim both of which I thoroughly enjoyed and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything. After which I returned here, carried her to her room, deposited her on her bed and promptly returned here which you will no doubt remember. George Kittredge: That's all? Mike: That's all. Tracy: Why? Was I so cold? So forbidding? Mike: Not at all. On the contrary but you were somewhat the worse or the better for the wine and there are rules about such things.
George Kittredge: That sounds like Tracy's voice. Dexter: No, no. It's just the night watchman. George Kittredge: It's a woman's voice. Dexter: Well he's a lyric tenor you see.
Mrs Lord: George told us what happened. Your father will make an announcement. Tracy: Oh thank you. No, no, I got myself into this, I'll get myself out. Ooh. Dexter: Go. Go. Tracy: (Opens the door to address the guests) Good morning (to the organist) Will you stop that? Good morning. I'm afraid there's been a slight hitch. My fiancé that was... that is... he's decided we should call it a day and I quite agree with him and... oh Dexter help me please? Dexter: Say "two years ago I did you out of a wedding in this house by eloping to Maryland" Tracy: Two years ago I did you out of a wedding in this house by eloping to Maryland. Dexter: "But I hope to make it up to you now by going through with it as originally planned." Tracy: But I hope to make it up to you now by- (looks at Dexter, he nods and smiles) by going through with it as originally and most beautifully planned. Dexter: "So if you'll just keep your seats a moment" Tracy: So if you'll just keep your lovely seats a moment Dexter: "That's all" Tracy: That's all (shuts the door) . Oh Dexter, are you sure? Dexter: No, but I'll risk it if you will. Tracy: You're not just doing it to save my face? Dexter: It's such a sweet old face.
Tracy: Oh, it got dark all of a sudden.
Caroline Lord: Dexter? This is Caroline. Dexter: Hello, beautiful! Caroline Lord: Any time now.
Tracy: I'm such an unholy mess of a girl. Dexter: Oh, come on, that's not even good conversation, Tracy.
Tracy: One thing's for sure. You're well rid of me. Dexter: Oh, no, no-one can say that but me.
Dexter: Hey, skipper, when do we eat? Tracy: Now. Dexter: Boy, you've been at it long enough. Tracy: It's bride's prerogative. Dexter: It's just I don't like you out of my sight for so long. Tracy: That's nice.
Liz Imbrie: Hey, Liz. Liz Imbrie: Huh? Mike: Look at all the loot they've collected. Liz Imbrie: They must run a hockshop on the side.
Mrs Lord: This is Miss Elizabeth Imbrie and Mr Mike Macauley Connor. They're from Spy magazine. Dexter: Spy? Say your tastes have changed a little haven't they, Sam?
Louis Armstrong: What goes on around here? There's a dark horse in this here race and my boy's running a slow third.
Louis Armstrong: You could play football in this room. Dexter: I know, but can you rehearse? Louis Armstrong: Is that chandelier tied tight up there? Dexter: If it gets to swinging a little put a mute in your horn.
Caroline Lord: Tracy, it's your song! Dexter must be home. Tracy: Mother, has Dexter come back? Mrs Lord: Well, we knew he was giving his house over to the jazz festival, maybe he has come back. Tracy: He's back. No-one else would play that song. That cheap, vulgar, dreadful song. Caroline Lord: That beautiful, wonderful song he wrote especially for her? That's gratitude.
Dexter: You'll find it under Harvard Classics. Just give Darwin a little nudge.
Mike: We'll go over the wall. Whose car should we use? Tracy: Any one. Mike: How about that blue one? Tracy: Oh no, that's mine!
Mike: Have you heard the story of a boy a girl, unrequited love? Dexter: Sounds like pure soap opera. Mike: I may cry. Dexter: Tune in tomorrow.
Caroline Lord: What's this? (holds up a weird silver object) Mrs Lord: I don't know dear. Caroline Lord: It stinks. Mrs Lord: Caroline, don't say stinks. If absolutely necessary, smells, but only if absolutely necessary.
Caroline Lord: Mother, don't you think it's stinking of Tracy not to invite father to the wedding? Mrs Lord: Yes, just between us, I think it's good and stinking.
Uncle Willie: I can't find Liz. Dexter: I think I just saw someone wander out on to the terrace. Alone. Uncle Willie: You don't say. The little vixen! (leaves) Dexter: Ollie ollie oxen free! (Liz comes out of hiding) What's the matter? Uncle Willie giving you a little trouble? Liz Imbrie: That man's gonna wind up a juvenile delinquent mark my words.
Liz Imbrie: Well, since Mike's disappeared I may as well go home. Dexter: How about I take you home, then everybody will come looking for us. Liz Imbrie: That's the nicest thing I've heard all night.
Mike: You know how I feel about my grandmother but I'd sell her for a drink.
Mike: (Dexter is carrying a morning-after-the-night-before drink for Sam) Is that for me? Dexter: It's for Sam, you want one? Mike: You know how I feel about my grandmother but I'd sell her for a drink. Dexter: Uncle Willie's in the pantry doing weird and wonderful things with healing waters. Tell him you'd like one of the same. Mike: Can I ask for two? Dexter: Keep going till you run out of grandmothers. Mike: I'll be drinking a long time.
Tracy: I'm truly sorry to have been a disappointment to you. Seth Lord: I've never said that and I never will.
Liz Imbrie: Were you by any chance playing footsie with me at lunch? Mike: From where I sat? Liz Imbrie: I didn't think your reach was that good. Seth Lord has a roving eye *and* foot.
Mike: Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but... Liz Imbrie: Mike, I think I'd better grab you. You're likely to get in trouble one of these days.
Mike: (on telephone) This is the voice of doom. Mrs Lord: What? Mike: This is to tell you your days are numbered. (hangs up) Mrs Lord: Oh dear. One of the servants has been at the sherry again.
Tracy: I would like to talk to you privately. Dexter: Well now, I consider that right neighborly.
Caroline Lord: Dexter, are you ever going to get married again? Dexter: Sure I am, I'm just waiting for you to grow up. Caroline Lord: Oh Dexter, for you I'll hurry. Dexter: You're gonna have to.
Dexter: Oh Sam you're slipping. That used to terrify me, the withering glance of the goddess.
Mike: Hands up! Tracy: Oh it's you! Go away. Mike: Where are you going? Tracy: Some place and dance. Mike: But they're dancing in there. Tracy: I know but George is frowning at me and I can't dance when anyone frowns at me.
Dexter: They met in a hole in the ground.
Liz Imbrie: Elegant junk. Mike: It's shiny.
Liz Imbrie: (checking out a silver ice bucket) Plate.
George Kittredge: I have a feeling you had more to do with this than anybody. You and your whole rotten class. Dexter: Oh class my... Mike: grandmother!
Liz Imbrie: Liz, you're in love with Connor aren't you? Dexter: People ask the darnedest questions. Liz Imbrie: Why don't you marry him? Dexter: I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that. Liz Imbrie: I said why don't you marry him? Dexter: He's still got a lot to learn. I don't want to get in his way for a while. Liz Imbrie: Supposing some other girl comes along in the meantime. Dexter: I guess I'd just scratch her eyes out. Unless that is she was marrying someone else the next day. Liz Imbrie: You're quite a girl Liz. Dexter: I don't know. I take nice pictures though.
Liz Imbrie: Mike, if I ever am in your way. Don't honk, just run over me.
Tracy: Caroline Lord, if you put this picture in my wedding presents once more I am going to personally chain you to your bed.
Mike: Who wants to be a millionnaire? Liz Imbrie: I don't.
Mike: Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray. Liz Imbrie: Mike, be careful what you say. We may be wired for sound.
Mike: This joint's full of spies. Liz Imbrie: That should make us feel at home.
Liz Imbrie: You know something professor, I think you dropped a loop.
Mike: She can't be for real. Liz Imbrie: Who was doing the interviewing? Mike: You think she was born that way? Liz Imbrie: Nah. Takes years.
Tracy: There are fairies at the bottom of my garden all ringing little bells.
Louis Armstrong: Right song, but the wrong girl.
Louis Armstrong: End of song, beginning of story.