Gabrielle: Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink.
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Gabrielle: Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink.
Maurice: I have the car right here, sir!
Richard: He's not asking her to spend a weekend with him in a motel in Asbury Park, New Jersey; he's inviting her to lunch!
Rick: ln exactly ten seconds, l want you to slap me in the face as hard as you can.
Richard: Miss Simpson, nobody's perfect. Why, he asks, as they dance and dance and dance, are you so sad when everyone is so gay?
Richard: lf you'll try raising your upper lip, you might at least create the illusion of a smile.
Gaby: We've houses all over the world, or course, but my favorite was our summer place in Deauville.
Richard: Miss Simpson, l don't think you realize this, but a writer's life is a terribly lonely one.
Gabrielle: You know, l didn't really like Rick at first; but, he's beginning to *grow* on me.
Gabrielle: Alas, things are not what they seem. Not at all.
Gabrielle: Oh, Mr Benson. Please don't think l'm quitting on you. l'll be right here when you need me. Good night.
Rick: Please, sit down and enjoy your lunch. And l beg of you, watch the calories.
Richard: You think she's an American intelligence agent. Well, Miss Simpson, you happen to be wrong. Our Gabby happens to be that most reliable, steadfast, and you-cannot-possibly-miss-with-no-matter-how-badly-you-write-it character in *all* popular literature: the prostitute with a heart of gold.
Gaby: You can tell me the plan in a minute, Rick. lt's a *long* drive to the Eiffel Tower and the *traffic* is *heavy*.
Rick: it's almost eight-thirty. Time for the climax of our glorious day. We must be off.
Alexander Meyerheim: Don't tell me there isn't someone up there who watches over whimsical movie producers.
Alexander Meyerheim: You are so beautiful! lt's a rugged but curiously sensitive face. lt's so beautiful!
Richard: Miss Simpson, how can I dictate if you're going to...? Hmm...
Richard: There is something l care about. Money - and good whisky. l am, as you've probably noticed, rather fond of that.
Gabrielle: l think maybe we should, like, split!
Richard: If there's a single chink in Rick's armor, it's a pretty face.
Gabrielle: Actually, depravity can be terribly boring if you don't smoke or drink.
Maurice: I have the car right here, sir!
Richard: He's not asking her to spend a weekend with him in a motel in Asbury Park, New Jersey; he's inviting her to lunch!
Rick: ln exactly ten seconds, l want you to slap me in the face as hard as you can.
Richard: Miss Simpson, nobody's perfect. Why, he asks, as they dance and dance and dance, are you so sad when everyone is so gay?
Richard: lf you'll try raising your upper lip, you might at least create the illusion of a smile.
Gaby: We've houses all over the world, or course, but my favorite was our summer place in Deauville.
Richard: Miss Simpson, l don't think you realize this, but a writer's life is a terribly lonely one.
Gabrielle: You know, l didn't really like Rick at first; but, he's beginning to *grow* on me.
Gabrielle: Alas, things are not what they seem. Not at all.
Gabrielle: You're not middle aged, Mr. Benson. In fact I think you're remarkably well preserved. Richard: As chilling a compliment as I've ever received, Miss Simpson.
Gabrielle: It's quite all right, really. I once worked for an American novelist who could only write in the bathtub. I'm used to anything. Richard: You can unpack - Richard: in the bathtub? Gabrielle: Yes. On the second day, I gave him a packet of bubble bath and from then on we got along swimmingly. Richard: I see. Richard: Uh, does that imply that the bird's name is Richelieu? Gabrielle: Oh, it's inferred, I believe, rather than implied. Richard: "Swimmingly." Interesting figure of speech.
Richard: You call the canary Richelieu because you always wanted a cardinal. Gabrielle: That's very funny! Richard: No, it isn't. Just one of the hazards of being an international wit, which I am. You have to keep trying all the time.
Richard: You really like it, don't you. Gabrielle: What? Richard: Life. Gabrielle: Oh! Every morning when I wake up and I see there's a whole new other day, I just go absolutely ape!
Gabrielle: Mr Benson, have you any idea at all what happens next? Richard: Do you, Miss Simpson, have any idea what will happen?
Richard: We'll have a Chateaubriand for two. Eh, make that for four. Charred and brown. Nay, black on the outside and gloriously rare on the in. With the beef, we'll have white asparagus and a bottle of Château Lafite Rothschild '47. And for dessert, an enormous order of fraises des bois... Gabrielle: Served, of course, with globs of heavy cream so thick you can put it on with a shovel, s'il vous plaît. Mmm-wah! Richard: You heard the lady. And make it snappy, we're starving to death.
