The Bride Goes Wild (1948)
Van Johnson: Greg Rawlings
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Quotes
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Greg Rawlings : Ah, Montreal. What a city! Gay, witty, dark-eyed.
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John McGrath : Now, you listen to me. I'm at the end of my patience with you and your jams. All this time and still calf-eyed over that no-good Tillie Smith.
Greg Rawlings : Calf-eyed?
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Greg Rawlings : Oh, an artist! Well.
[looking at a charcoal drawing]
Greg Rawlings : Who is this dasher?
Martha Terryton : That's Bruce Johnson, our manual training teacher.
Greg Rawlings : No nudes?
Martha Terryton : Certainly not!
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Martha Terryton : [unknowingly intoxicated] You blew in my ear.
Greg Rawlings : Yes, I did.
Martha Terryton : Well, don't you think that its a little bit intimate?
Greg Rawlings : Yes, I do.
Martha Terryton : Oh, well, I'm glad you agreed with me. What was I saying?
Greg Rawlings : Tendencies.
Martha Terryton : Tendence? Oh, the tendencies. Viligance. Ever viligant. You did it again.
Greg Rawlings : I couldn't resist. After all, I'm only flesh.
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Greg Rawlings : How about a short beer?
Martha Terryton : I couldn't help overhearing your conversation with Mr. McGrath. You promised to go home. Certainly I have no intention on starting you out on another debauch.
Greg Rawlings : On one short beer?
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Greg Rawlings : Look, honey, what you and I need is a long, cool bracer. Let's slip around the corner to the Oasis.
Martha Terryton : What?
Greg Rawlings : It's a cocktail bar with palm trees.
Martha Terryton : Certainly not!
Greg Rawlings : Oh, it has a pale moon. But, we could turn it off.
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Greg Rawlings : You've gone to far McGrath!
John McGrath : You blew in her ear, I didn't!
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Greg Rawlings : Her name is Matilda Smith. She has soft hair, hard eyes, clear skin, good teeth, and long legs. I first saw her on April 15th, some years ago. It was a very romantic meeting. She paid my bar check. Three days later we were infatuated. We went to several interesting phases. Her name is now Mrs. David S. Oliver, widow of David S. Oliver, of Oahu, an island in the Hawaiian group. At the moment she is sitting on something in the neighborhood of 20 million pineapples and feels fine.
Martha Terryton : I didn't mean to pry. How old was Danny when he lost his mother? Where was he born?
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Martha Terryton : Were you happy?
Greg Rawlings : Oh, we had our ups and our downs. Our smiles and our tears.
Martha Terryton : We all do.
Greg Rawlings : But, it was fun. It was good! A few mad, wild years. A Tramp Steamer, a Chinese junk, now and then a dress up voyage in an Ocean Liner. Paris, Istanbul, the Grand Canal, Spokane.
Martha Terryton : Oh my, what an exciting life you've had. The color and the romance!
Greg Rawlings : Mrs. Rawlings had hair just like yours; but, she wore it down and curled at the end.
Martha Terryton : You are a-lonesome, aren't you?
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Greg Rawlings : Oh, put your hair back up in that bun and stop yapping!
Martha Terryton : Yapping?
Greg Rawlings : Yes, yapping.
Martha Terryton : Well! I should think you'd appreciate some advice. After all, I've had enough varied experience.
Greg Rawlings : In what? Bird walks? You know what you are? A fussbudget.
Martha Terryton : Well, really.
Greg Rawlings : A frustrated, narrow-minded, Vermont bluenose.
Martha Terryton : Stop!
Greg Rawlings : Stop? I haven't even started yet. I'll bet you've never even been kissed, have you?
[kiss]
Martha Terryton : Oh!
Greg Rawlings : There. I thought not, you spinster.
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Greg Rawlings : It's all over, Tillie.
Tillie Smith Oliver : You know something?
Greg Rawlings : What?
Tillie Smith Oliver : I don't think it is.
Greg Rawlings : Oh, you don't?
[kiss]
Greg Rawlings : There, you see! All gone. Nothing.
Tillie Smith Oliver : Horse radish, Greg boy. Horse radish.
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Martha Terryton : Once more, if I chose to wear my hair in a bun, I shall do so!
Greg Rawlings : I don't care if you dye it green and cut it off!
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Tillie Smith Oliver : All right, I made a mistake. But, you were as much to blame as I.
Greg Rawlings : Horse radish, Tillie girl. Horse radish.
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Greg Rawlings : Auggie's going down the hill here to build a dairy. That's how he makes his money.
Danny : Ants don't have money.
Greg Rawlings : All right, then. That's how he makes his living. Anyway, the dairy is only the beginning. From then on he's going to have lots of adventures.
Danny : What kind of adventures?
Greg Rawlings : Oh, all kinds! Funny ones. Exciting ones. He'll take boxing lessons from a caterpillar. He'll get mixed up in a big seed robbery with a beetle and have to take it on the lam under a rock. He'll go into vaudeville with a singing cricket!
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Greg Rawlings : Say, you have talent.
Martha Terryton : Do I?
Greg Rawlings : Uh-huh. Where'd you get it?
Martha Terryton : My father.
Greg Rawlings : Oh, I bet she was a beautiful woman.
Martha Terryton : Who?
Greg Rawlings : Your mother.
[kiss]
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Tillie Smith Oliver : I like Miss Terryton.
Greg Rawlings : Then, I pity you; because, you're a natural born sucker. Look, I want to tell you something, don't ever forget it. There are two kinds of women. On that takes you for what you are and lets you be yourself. The other kind, her type, are reformers with little hatchets in their fists. And they'll hack away until there's nothing left!
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Greg Rawlings : Are you acquainted with a Redskin named Danny?
Piute Chief : Ugh. Him Mohawk Chief.
Greg Rawlings : Ugh. Where his tepee?
Piute Leader : Him at dentist. Yonder.
Greg Rawlings : Look, Braves. We capture big chief. Covered Wagon waiting.
Piute Chief : Him too tough.
Greg Rawlings : Plenty bubble gum for everybody. If we get 'Im.
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Greg Rawlings : Maybe if you're wearing a beaver?
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'Pops' : Is he a friend of yours?
Greg Rawlings : Off and on.
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Greg Rawlings : You're going too far, McGrath.
John McGrath : You blew in her ear, I didn't.
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Martha Terryton : What you need is a cup of coffee.
Greg Rawlings : Oh, you're so right. A cup of coffee, then home to my typewriter. I wonder if I could.
Martha Terryton : Well, of course you can.
Greg Rawlings : Oh, but you wouldn't have a cup with me?
Martha Terryton : Oh, I... I'm afraid not.
Greg Rawlings : That's always the way isn't it? One needs a helping hand, a grain of sympathy - one gets advice. Talk is cheap.
