I understand we understand each other.
Quite.
Most scenes together: Tracy Samantha Lord & Macaulay 'Mike' Connor (13), Tracy Samantha Lord & Dexter (13), Macaulay 'Mike' Connor & Dexter (9)
I understand we understand each other.
Quite.
You really hate me, don't you Connor?
Oh no! [pause] I don't like you very much though.
Your assignment will be Spy's most sensational achievement - Tracy Lord. Big game hunting in Africa, fox hunting in Pennsylvania. Married on impulse and divorced in a rage. And always unapproachable by the press. 'The Unapproachable Miss Lord.' 'The Philadelphia Story'...(quote) 'A Wedding Day Inside Mainline Society.'
Or: 'What the Kitchen Maid Saw Through the Keyhole.' (unquote)...(quote) 'No hunter of buckshot in the rear is Cagey Crafty Connor.' (unquote) (close paragraph)
Close job, close bank account. But Mr. Kidd, how can you possibly get inside the Lord estate, let alone the house?
Now we're not gonna do it, Liz, dawgonnit, it's degrading. It's undignified.
And so is an empty stomach. How do we get in?
What does thee wish?
I'm looking for some local b— what'd you say?
What does thee wish?
Um, local biography or history.
If thee will consult with my colleague in there.
Mm-hm. Dost thou have a washroom?
Mike's only chance to ever become a really fine writer is to get fired. He's still got a lot to learn. I don't want to get in his way for a while.
Suppose another girl came along in the meantime?
I'd scratch her eyes out, I guess, that is, unless she was going to marry somebody else the next day.
We've come for the body of Macaulay Connor.
I'm so glad you came. Can you use a typewriter?
No, thanks, I've got one at home.
What's this room? I've forgotten my compass.
I'd say, south-by-southwest parlor-by-living-room.
Are you one of the musicians?
No!
Oh, of course, you're Junius's friend. Only you're not. Do you have any violin strings?
I have an aspirin. Will that work?
I don't think so; It's for a violin. Oh well, no matter!
Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more?
Only in bed, mother, and not always there.
The course of true love...
...gathers no moss.
Are you still in love with her?...Liz thinks you are...But of course, women like to romanticize [hiccup] about things...I don't know, I-I can't understand how you can have been married to her and still know so little about her?...You know, Tracy's no ordinary woman. And you said some things to her this afternoon I resented.
Well, I apologize Mr. Connor.
That's quite all right. Quite all right. But when a girl is like Tracy, she's one in a million. She's, she's sort of like a, she's sort of like a...
A goddess?
No, no, no. No, you said that word this afternoon. No. No, she's, she's sort of like a queen. A radiant glorious queen. And you can't treat her like other women.
No, I suppose not. But then I imagine Kittredge appreciates all that.
Kittredge! Kittredge appreciates Kittredge. Ah, that fake man of the people. He isn't even smart.
Okay, Miss Goddess To Me.
This is the Bridal Suite. Would you send up a couple of caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer?
What? Who is this?
This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son!
Hello? Hello?
What's the matter?
I think one of the servants has been at the sherry again.
Age 32...General Manager, Quaker State Coal, controlling interest in the company owned by Seth Lord - that's the girl's father, huh?
Uh, huh.
What a coincidence.
How did he meet her?
Heaven brought them together, I imagine.
Now about this girl. Tracy Samantha Lord...Oh, what's her leading characteristic.
She has a horror of men who wear their hats in the house. [leaves the room]
Leading characteristics to be filled in later.
I can fill them in right now: the young rich, rapacious, American female. There's no other country where she exists.
And would I change places with Tracy Samantha Lord for all her wealth and beauty? Oh boy just ask me.
Doggone it, C.K. Dexter Haven. Either I'm gonna sock you or you're gonna sock me.
Shall we toss a coin?