The Philadelphia Story (1940)

by doreen peri

Posted to Utterances on 2004-07-09 23:29:00

Parent message is 677672
Margaret: The course of true love..

Macaulay: …gathers no moss.

Dexter: Be whatever you want — you’re my redhead.

Tracey: Oh, Mike, put me in your pocket!

Macaulay: This is the Bridal Suite. Send us up some caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer.

Margaret: Who is this?

Macaulay: This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son!

Dexter: I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wifes. You know one time I secretly wanted to be a writer.
 
Dexter: Orange juice, certainly

Tracey: Don’t tell me you’ve forsaken your beloved whisky and whiskies.

Dexter: No-no-no-no. I’ve just changed their colour, that’s all. I’m going for the pale pastel shades now. There’re more becoming of me.

Magaret: We both might face the facts that neither of us has proved to be a very great success as a wife.

Tracey: We just picked the wrong first husband.



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