Irene's Girlfriend: Isn't it wicked? I mean, knowing an actor.
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Irene's Girlfriend: Isn't it wicked? I mean, knowing an actor.
Irene Castle: Run to you your Mama, For here comes the Yama, Yama Yama Man.
Walter: When Mr. Fields tells you to dance, get up, keep your chin up, your chest out, and put your best foot forward.
Maggie Sutton: Such a quaint place, isn't it. A veritable bit of Bohemia.
Vernon Castle: We've got our health, we're young, we're in Paris, we're on our honeymoon, what more do we want?
Lew Fields: Who's gonna pay money to see a man dance with his wife?
Vernon Castle: I think when people dance well together, it's because they're sympathetic to each other.
Irene Castle: You call me a ham. Well, you're a - a ham with mustard!
Maggie Sutton: Women are pathetic when they try to fight something bigger than they are.
Maggie Sutton: Now listen you two. You better make hay while the sun shines.
Hotel Manager: You'll be as snug as a bug in a rug up here, Captain.
Hotel Manager: Don't worry. I know what you want. A hot bird, a cold bottle, and a warm shoulder.
Irene's Girlfriend: Isn't it wicked? I mean, knowing an actor.
Irene Castle: Run to you your Mama, For here comes the Yama, Yama Yama Man.
Walter: When Mr. Fields tells you to dance, get up, keep your chin up, your chest out, and put your best foot forward.
Maggie Sutton: Such a quaint place, isn't it. A veritable bit of Bohemia.
Vernon Castle: We've got our health, we're young, we're in Paris, we're on our honeymoon, what more do we want?
Lew Fields: Who's gonna pay money to see a man dance with his wife?
Vernon Castle: I think when people dance well together, it's because they're sympathetic to each other.
Irene Castle: You call me a ham. Well, you're a - a ham with mustard!
Maggie Sutton: Women are pathetic when they try to fight something bigger than they are.
Maggie Sutton: Now listen you two. You better make hay while the sun shines.
Hotel Manager: You'll be as snug as a bug in a rug up here, Captain.
Hotel Manager: Don't worry. I know what you want. A hot bird, a cold bottle, and a warm shoulder.
Irene Castle: What's your name? Vernon Castle: My name's Castle. Irene Castle: My name's Foote. Walter: My name will be mud when I try to explain this to your mother.
Mrs. Foote: Can't you leave them alone? Dr. Foote: I've been leaving them alone all winter. Aren't we ever going to use that parlor again?
Irene Castle: I hope I don't disappoint you. Vernon Castle: Come on, you know, chin up, chest out, and best foot forward
Irene Castle: Oh, Maggie, what am I going to do? Maggie Sutton: Nothing. War is a man's business. Women only do what they're told.
Vernon Castle: Hey, dance with me. Irene Castle: All the people downstairs. Vernon Castle: Look, we can do it quietly like this. Just as if we're walking on air.
Walter: Will you be spending the night here? Maggie Sutton: I should say not. I find the country quiet very disturbing.
Irene Castle: Well, Vernon, we've nothing to lose. Vernon Castle: Tell them to play, "Too Much Mustard."
Irene Castle: Vernon, would they let you dance alone? Because, if they would... Vernon Castle: Do you think I'd want to dance without you?
Vernon Castle: Explain to the lady I may be a little late. Hotel Manager: Sure will. What name will she give? Walter: It's his wife. Hotel Manager: You're wife? Vernon Castle: Yes. Do you mind? Hotel Manager: No! I don't mind; but, I don't understand it.
Maggie Sutton: How would you like to try out for a dancing job? Vernon Castle: What? Irene Castle: Where? Maggie Sutton: At the Café de Paris. Vernon Castle: Café de Paris? Irene! Irene Castle: Well, you know the manager? Maggie Sutton: My dear, the manager knows me!
French Landlady: Mes Amis, Vive l'Amérique! Vernon Castle: Viva la France! Irene Castle: Viva la everything! French Landlady: Allons enfants... Vernon Castle, Irene Castle, French Landlady: ...de la patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé!
Irene Castle: Did Captain Castle say how long he'd be at the flying field? Hotel Manager: No, ma'am. He arranged for dinner at 7: 30 in the private dining room. Maggie Sutton: Oh, sounds almost wicked. Hotel Manager: We cater only to a family trade, ma'am. Maggie Sutton: I beg your pardon. Hotel Manager: Not at all. My card. If I can be of any service to you, call on me. Maggie Sutton: A wife-beater if ever I saw one.
