Oh, we're going to talk about me again, are we? Goody.
You haven't switched from liquor to dope, by any chance, have you Dexter?
My, she was yar...It means, uh...easy to handle, quick to the helm, fast, right. Everything a boat should be, until she develops dry rot.
It's just that a lot of things I always thought were terribly important I find now are - and the other way around - and, oh what's the dickens.
No, Mike. Thanks but, mm-mm. Nope...Because I don't think Liz would like it. And I'm not sure you would. And I'm even a little doubtful about myself. But I am beholden to you, Mike. I'm most beholden.
I've made a terrible fool of myself - which isn't unusual. And my fiancee, my fiancee that was, that is, he thinks we'd better call it a day. And I quite agree with him. Two years ago, you were invited to a wedding in this house and then I did you out of it by eloping to Maryland...which was very bad manners... But I hope to make it up to you by going beautifully through with it now as originally and most beautifully planned.
I'm not gonna do it, Liz. I'm gonna tell Sidney Kidd very plainly and simply I'm a writer. I'm not a society snoop. I'm gonna tell him just that...Let Kidd fire me! Start writin' short stories again - that's what I should be doin' anyway. I'm gonna tell him just that.
Why are you doing all this unless you...Oh! oh, you want to get even with your ex-bride, huh?
The Queen will have bread and honey at the usual time.
Tell four footmen to call me in time for lunch will you?
Well, this is where Cinderella gets off! Now you hurry back to the ball before you turn into a pumpkin and six white mice ó goodbye!
Champagne's funny stuff. I'm used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap on the back, and champagne's heavy mist before my eyes.
I'm testing the air. I like it but it doesn't like me.
I would sell my grandmother for a drink ó and you know how I love my grandmother.
Nothing ever possibly in the least ever happens here! Mother, how do you get smallpox?
Oh, it won't rain. Tracy won't have it.
I love it. It's got pictures of everything.
I can tell there's something in the air because I'm being taken away.
Awww... this is one of those days that the pages of history teach us are best spent lying in bed.
Must we ride in this thing? Wouldn't we be more comfortable on pogo sticks?
I feel as though I'd lived through all of this before in another life.
Hello, friends and enemies.
Where's my wandering parakeet?