Film Quotes by Ginger Rogers

Barbara Marshall: Mary, I - I - I told him. I didn't want to hurt you. I didn't know. I told him.
Mrs. Marshall: We're so sorry.
Barbara Marshall: [in tears] Mary, I... Mary, I... I'm so ashamed. Please forgive me. I love you, Mary, and I wouldn't want to hurt you, not for anything. I understand something... I understand something now that I never knew before, that you can make a mistake, do something dreadful, without meaning to... Oh, Mary!
Mary Marshall: [choking on tears] It's all right, Barbara.

Dr. Mark Eisen: You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you this afternoon?
Kitty Foyle: Yes.

Terry Randall: [entering the boarding house after trying the wrong door] How many doors are there to this place?
Jean Maitland: Well, there's the trap door, the humidor, and the cuspidor. How many doors would you like?

Terry Randall: I see that, in addition to your other charms, you have that insolence generated by an inferior upbringing.
Jean Maitland: Hmm! Fancy clothes, fancy language and everything!
Terry Randall: Unfortunately, I learned to speak English correctly.
Jean Maitland: That won't be of much use to you here. We all talk pig latin.

Karel Novak: [Enthusiastically] Smell the river!
Sylvia Dennis: [Sarcastically] You take another deep breath like that, and you'll kill yourself.

Maj. Philip Kirby: You know Su-Su, you're a very peculiar child.
Susan Applegate: You bet I am.

Mrs. Marshall: [Mary picks up an evening dress in a dress shop] You like this one, don't you, Mary?
Mary Marshall: It's lovely.
Mrs. Marshall: Then you're going to have it.
Mary Marshall: Oh, no. Uh-uh.
Mrs. Marshall: Now, you listen to me, Mary. You can't wear the same clothes day after day, your soldier boy's going to get tired of them.
Mary Marshall: Well, I've been fooling him well enough so far. I've been wearing one blouse after another. I don't need a dress, dear.
Mrs. Marshall: Now, Zach's made a big thing of inviting us all to this New Year's Eve party. You can't wear a suit.
Mary Marshall: Uh-uh. I'll manage.
Mrs. Marshall: Henry and I have talked it over. We want you to have a dress.
[Mary shakes her head]
Mrs. Marshall: Oh, Henry will be so disappointed if you don't accept it.
Mary Marshall: Darling, I'll only be able to wear it once. It'll be out of style in three years.
Mrs. Marshall: Then we'll burn it. Miss?
Saleslady: Yes?
Mrs. Marshall: My niece would like to try on this dress.
Saleslady: Oh, it'll be fine on you.
Mrs. Marshall: Go on, dear. Try it on.
Mary Marshall: Well, all right. I'll try it on.

Linda Shaw: If you were a little more considerate of your elders, maybe Mr. Powell would send his car for you someday. Of course, he would probably take one look at you and send you right back again, but then you have to expect that.
Jean Maitland: Is that so?
Linda Shaw: Do you know, I think I could fix you up with Mr. Powell's chauffeur. The chauffeur has a very nice car too.
Jean Maitland: Yes, but I understand Mr. Powell's chauffeur doesn't go as far in his car as Mr. Powell does.
Linda Shaw: Even a chauffer has to have an incentive!
Jean Maitland: Well, you should know!

Lloyd Hallett: What possible difference could it make to you whether you move there or to the city jai?
Sherry Conley: Because movin' to the city jail is closer to the witness stand which is exactly the last place in the world I've decided I'm gonna be.
Lloyd Hallett: So that's really it then, isn't it?
Sherry Conley: Yeah.
Lloyd Hallett: Doesn't make any difference about the city jail. You've simply decided that as far as you're concerned everybody else can go hang.
Sherry Conley: You mean I've been keepin' this a secret from ya?

Lloyd Hallett: Your name please.
Sherry Conley: Sherry Conley.
Lloyd Hallett: What is your present address?
Sherry Conley: Upstate Women's Prison.
Lloyd Hallett: Occupation?
Sherry Conley: At present, Gangbuster.