Two Sisters from Boston (1946)
Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr: [in opera house box] In his autumn 'fore the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth
Mrs. Ella Patterson: What on earth are you talking about?
Martha Canford Chandler: You do look a little like Grandpa.
Abigail Chandler: [Sadly] I feel a lot like Grandpa. You know I think Grandpa has the right idea being a drunkard.
'Spike': You took the words right out of my mouth. That's very unsanitary.
Uncle Jonathan: [to his niece Abigail] And you, young lady, had better be singing in the opera tonight or we'll all have to move to Wichita!
Olstrom: [At his dressing table putting on makeup for a performance] Is she pretty, Ossifish?
Ossifish: Oh, magnifico!
Olstrom: Is she pretty as a soprano or is she pretty?
Ossifish: Very pretty.
[He kisses his fingers]
Ossifish: I try not to look at her.
'Spike': [to Martha as she is about to go on stage] Spunk up, kid! All they can do is throw things at ya.
'Spike': [to his partners on stage] You see, fellas? All you need is personality, money and good looks. I've got personality. I've got money...
'Spike': Well, two out of three ain't bad.
Uncle Jonathan: If it's true, we're ruined. And what's more important, I'm ruined.
Martha Canford Chandler: Oh, Uncle Jonathan. Hugo, are you sure he said Abigail?
Hugh Inkerfield: Abigail. Your sister Abigail.
Martha Canford Chandler: I don't believe it. Abigail is in New York but she'd never do a thing like... like...
Aunt Jennifer: He said she sang... in public?
Hugh Inkerfield: He said she sang and danced in a low café in the Bowery. That's what he said, Aunt Jennifer.
Martha Canford Chandler: That's a lie.
Aunt Jennifer: If it isn't, we're ruined socially.
Grandpa Chandler: Remember when Cousin Harriet ran off with the hurdy gurdy man? Oh, ho ho!
Uncle Jonathan: Cousin Harriet did not have an uncle running for mayor of Boston.
Uncle Jonathan: I have it! It's a political plot to ruin my campaign, that's what it is!
Aunt Jennifer: I see what it is. It's your rival.
Uncle Jonathan: It's that Wetherby. He started this slander.
Hugh Inkerfield: He's no gentleman, Uncle Jonathan.
Uncle Jonathan: He's a... he's a... Democrat! I'll sue him for libel.
Martha Canford Chandler: He should be put in jail!
Aunt Jennifer: Oh, I think it's most unfair.
Uncle Jonathan: I'll sue him for $100,000. That's what I'll do.
Grandpa Chandler: You never can tell. Little Abigail looked just like Cousin Harriet when she was a baby. Why they even said she looked like me!
Aunt Jennifer: Why, she does look like Grandpa. I'd forgotten.
Grandpa Chandler: You'll never keep Abigail in mothballs, believe me.
Uncle Jonathan: Silence!
Wrigley: [Pointing to Abigail, he is drunk and forcibly escorted away] She's the "Queen of Burlesque" with the Golden Rooster! She's "The Belle of the Bowery!"
Mrs. Ella Patterson: Oh dear, dear. This is dreadful. This is really dreadful.
Mrs. Ella Patterson: I'm so sorry.
'Spike': Well, what's the matter with being "The Belle of the Bowery?" What's wrong with that?
Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr.: There's nothing the matter with being "The Belle of the Bowery" Mr. Marengo except she's not the sort of a person we'd care to have in the opera.
'Spike': Oh, you was thinkin' of her for the opera?
Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr.: Miss Abigail has a very beautiful voice. I'm sure it was the alcohol in Wrigley that was talking, wasn't it Miss Abigail?
Martha Canford Chandler: [Before Abigail can speak, Martha jumps in] Oh, he meant me. I'm the one who sings at the Golden Rooster, not Abigail.
Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr: Martha, have you lost your mind?
Martha Canford Chandler: I am High "C" Suzie.
Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr: [laughs nervously] This is ridiculous. Abigail, what's gotten into her?
Abigail Chandler: I'm sure that butler's been drinking.
Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr: Mr. Marengo, you know she's talking nonsense.
'Spike': [to Martha] Are you on the level, kid?
Martha Canford Chandler: I'm "The Belle of the Bowery" and I'm proud of it.
Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr: Well, I... I refuse to believe it. I shall, if necessary, go down to, uh, the place and prove it all to be a fiction.
Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr.: That might be best.
Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr: I shall be there tomorrow night.
Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr.: I think it a very good idea.