A Girl's Best Years (1936)
John Warburton: Michael Royce
Quotes
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Michael Royce : [running a fever in bed] I think I'm going to expire.
Phyllis Rodgers : Oh, Michael!
Michael Royce : I have a foreboding I'll soon be exploding if my temperature gets any higher.
Doctor : Quite so. Where there's smoke, there's fire. Now, young man, this may turn to neuritis, arthritis, or even a case of sclerosis. You must go on a diet, have absolute quiet or else you will develop thrombosis.
Phyllis Rodgers : Michael, darling, maybe you better take an aspirin.
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Judy Nash : I can understand how you feel about marriage. But, why go around leading with your chin. A dictaphone.
Michael Royce : When one stands on the threshold of a glorious, emotional adventure, young lady, one doesn't go scurrying around the room looking for a dictaphone.
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Primrose : The young lady's familiarity with the byways of legal entanglements, might prove a tremendous value to us.
Michael Royce : What do you mean?
Primrose : We might employ her to keep us out of trouble.
Judy Nash : Oh, no. Not me! I'm no magician. Besides, The Tribune pays me 50 bucks a week to write stories about people like you.
Michael Royce : Say, a 150 a week?
Judy Nash : Dollars? Gosh!
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Michael Royce : [singing] Here it is, That golden dream of gay delights, Quite unaccountable...
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Michael Royce : Surely, dear, you can't believe that she is it and that is mine?
Cynthia : Chiseler!
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Michael Royce : I know she saves me money; but, what good is it? I can't work. I can't write! I can't think. I can't do anything!
Primrose : Catastrophic, sir. Catastrophic.
Michael Royce : How can I do a brilliant play when I'm surround by such stillness! Nobody inspires me! Nobody!
Primrose : Perhaps a spot of Beethoven might do the trick, sir? Might'in it?
Michael Royce : No music, Primrose, thank you. Oh, you're doing your best. You've been like a comfortable old shoe. But, what I need is a dashing silver slipper with a high French heel! - Not a bad line, that is!
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Primrose : I beg pardon, sir. But, might not one consider Miss Nash a dashing silver slipper?
Michael Royce : Nash? That emotional iceberg? No. There's no dash about Nash.
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Primrose : Sir, has it occurred to you that beneath that business like exterior, there vibrates a romantic soul?
Michael Royce : Nonsense, Primrose. What would she look like in an evening gown? - - What *would* she look like in an evening gown?
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Michael Royce : Judy you look ravishing tonight. You don't mind if I call you Judy, do you?
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Michael Royce : Will you sit down Phyllis?
Phyllis Rodgers : Oh, no. Let's go out to the terrace - away from all these stuffy people. Everything is too, too stuffy.
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Phyllis Rodgers : Oh, silly boy, can't you see clearly enough that I ran off to Europe in hopes that you'd follow me?
Michael Royce : On what? A surf board?
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Michael Royce : What is it beneath that chilly exterior of yours that I cannot fathom? I know that if these lips were ever to touch yours, my blood would freeze. Yet, I am powerless to help myself. Oh, I love you. I adore you.
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Michael Royce , Judy Nash : [singing] Here it is, For this is love at last, And ecstasy is mine!