Film Quotes by Cedric Hardwicke

Conrad Stauffer: Four stories high and no fire escape. I wouldn't jump if I were you. You might break every invisible bone in that poor, invisible body.

Conrad Stauffer: It's good for you to see your friends arrested. It hardens you.

Dean Harcourt: I imagine we come here for the same purpose... to look off into eternity.
Dr. Newell Paige: I don't think I'm very much concerned with eternity. My job's with the present.
Dean Harcourt: The present troubles you?
Dr. Newell Paige: Yes, a little. One has ideals... Troublesome things, ideals. They get in the way of logic, fair thinking. Eternity?
[He shakes his head]
Dr. Newell Paige: After all, the patient feels just as much pain today even though tomorrow he thinks he may be sitting on the edge of a cloud, strumming a harp.
Dean Harcourt: And you're concerned with curing today's pain so the patient won't... uh... join the Heavenly Host.
Dr. Newell Paige: Right.
Dean Harcourt: Narurally as a physician you believe that...
Dr. Newell Paige: [Interrupting] How did you know I'm a physician?
Dean Harcourt: You just told me.
Dr. Newell Paige: [laughs to himself] Right.
Dean Harcourt: Tou know, you and I are in the same sort of business. If I concern myself more with eternity, it's because my job is with the soul, rather than with the body.
Dr. Newell Paige: Preacher?
Dean Harcourt: I much prefer to be known as a teacher.

Dr. Libbard: Some women cry as easily as a pig grunts. And enjoy it very nearly as much.

Dr. Thomas Arnold: A new boy is always important. He may be an influence for good or for evil.

General McLaidlaw: Good heavens! You can't expect me to remember every detail about everybody, can you?

Sethi: Harden yourself against subordinates. Have no friend. Trust no woman.

Sethi: Let the name of Moses be stricken from every book and tablet, stricken from all pylons and obelisks, stricken from every monument of Egypt. Let the name of Moses be unheard and unspoken, erased from the memory of men for all time.

Sethi: The one who I choose will be the best man to rule Egypt. I owe that to my fathers, not to my sons.

[first lines]
Title card: On a September evening in 1938, Father Francis Chisholm returned to his little church near Tweedside, Scotland.
Father Francis Chisholm: Good afternoon, Monsignor.
Monsignor: Good afternoon, Father.