The Ambassador's Daughter (1956)

Myrna Loy: Mrs. Cartwright

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• Mrs. Cartwright : You're not still blaming him, I hope.

  Joan Fisk : He shouldn't have thought me capable of that.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Have a heart, girl. He's a man, not an x-ray machine! What are you gonna do about him?

  Joan Fisk : Nothing.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Pride's a wonderful thing, but it doesn't warm you on a cold, wintry night.

  Joan Fisk : I have an electric blanket.

  Mrs. Cartwright : ...It won't be the father of your children.

• Mrs. Cartwright : Of course there's always the possibility, choir boy or not, that you'll have to beat him off with a stick. If you feel you can't handle it...

  Joan Fisk : With my hands tied behind my back.

  Mrs. Cartwright : I wouldn't try it that way, my dear. I'll tell you a sad story some day.

• Mrs. Cartwright : [Pretending again to be the French employer of Joan as a model]  Allo - remember me?

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Yes, I do.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Would you like to buy me a drink for the favor I did you?

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : It didn't turn out to be much of a favor, but I'll buy the drink.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Thank you.

• Mrs. Cartwright : Did you see her kiss him and call him father?

  Senator Jonathan Cartwright : Who?

  Mrs. Cartwright : When Joan kissed the prince, she called him father.

  Senator Jonathan Cartwright : What of it?

  Mrs. Cartwright : I never kissed you and mistook you for your father.

  Senator Jonathan Cartwright : That was hardly possible. My father had a beard like a hedgehog.

  Mrs. Cartwright : You know what it is don't you? A case of father image. The worst case of father image I've ever seen.

  Senator Jonathan Cartwright : I've got a big day tomorrow. Good night, dear.

• Mrs. Cartwright : You know, the wife and the three children I don't hold against him. It's the other thing.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : What other thing?

  Mrs. Cartwright : [Poking Sgt. Sullivan in the chest for emphasis]  I was present once in the very room when he struck a woman.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : He hits women?

• Mrs. Cartwright : [Pretending to be the French employer of Joan as a model]  I like American soldiers.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Thank you.

  Mrs. Cartwright : When you come to Paris again, I will introduce you to others models.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : No, thank you.

  Mrs. Cartwright : You don't like girls?

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : I don't seem to have much luck with your employees.

  Mrs. Cartwright : That's just one. And don't blame me, you picked her.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : That's right.

• Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Well, let me tell you something. I have less respect for a girl who represents herself as something that she isn't, than for a girl who misrepresents herself for something that is. If you follow me?

  Mrs. Cartwright : No, I don't.

• Mrs. Cartwright : Well, that puts a different complexion on things, doesn't it?

  Joan Fisk : I guess it does - some.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Some? You're not still blaming him are you?

  Joan Fisk : He shouldn't have thought me capable of that.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Have a heart, girl. He's a man, not an x-ray machine. What're you gonna do about him?

  Joan Fisk : Nothing.

• Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Why do you call her that?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Stuck up! Untouchable! Won't go out on dates. Remember? She brought me to look at you. I had to force her. I like American soldiers.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Are you sure we're talking about the same girl -- Joan, uh, Jeanne?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Oui - Jeanne.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : The girl that old goat was chucking under the chin?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Ah, that old goat. He would never get any place with her - I know.

• Mrs. Cartwright : She shouldn't marry that prince.

  Senator Jonathan Cartwright : Good night, dear.

  Mrs. Cartwright : She ought to marry some nice young boy.

  Senator Jonathan Cartwright : Now listen, Mrs. Cupid, no more of that. The time you thought the queen of England ought to have an American husband was all I wanted of your match-making. Churchill swallowed his cigar.

  Mrs. Cartwright : She thinks the prince is her father. I just don't think it's healthy, that's all.

• Mrs. Cartwright : Drop, drop, drop. That's how he got his wife.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : He's married?

  Mrs. Cartwright : And has three children.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Does she know that?

  Mrs. Cartwright : What can she do? Drop, drop, drop... .

• Mrs. Cartwright : [Pretending to be the French employer of Joan as a model]  If I were a man, I would not have picked her.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Why not?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Oh, too stand awayish.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Stand awayish?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Stand-offish. You know what we call her?

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : What?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Miss Iron-pants.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Miss Iron-pants?

• Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Wasn't anything the truth?

  Mrs. Cartwright : Not much.

• Sgt. Danny Sullivan : I saw her wringing that old cluck out of a $600 dress.

  Mrs. Cartwright : Oh, that's a sad story. She needs money for her sick family. She sold the dress back and cried all afternoon. She has no talent for getting money from men.

• Mrs. Cartwright : Still, it is possible that this "old cluck" as you call him, may finally be the one with her. He has a way with women.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : That old goat?

  Mrs. Cartwright : He's a rich old goat. She's a poor chicken. And you can wear away a rock by dropping water on it.

  Sgt. Danny Sullivan : Is that what he's doing?