- Max Buda: [They are playing cards, watched by a reporter] Not that one. *That* one!
- Gloria Gritti: How do you know what is in my hand?
- Max Buda: Because I know what is in your head.
- Gloria Gritti: So, I have nothing in my head.
- Max Buda: [to the reporter] Don't quote that.
- Gloria Gritti: Well, I give you something you can quote. From Tiempo, the movie critic, it said, Gloria Gritti is an actress who's talent is equal to her intelligence.
- Max Buda: How unkind. Gin, I think.
- The Duchess of Brighton: 300 pounds a day. I can keep my home now.
- Sanders: Your plane, your grace.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Tell it, it can go without me.
- The Duchess of Brighton: What a ridiculous form of locomotion flying is. They tie you to your chair and tell you you're going, then they make scarifying noises with their engines, then they untie you and tell you're not going at all. Can you imagine the Queen Mary behaving like that?
- The Duchess of Brighton: [waiting for the plane to take off] I have two enormous pills to steady me down and the two pep-pills I took this morning - the pep-up pills. I'm flying already!
- Les Mangrum: A hundred years ago, top people were top people because they were born top people, but you know something, love? A hundred years from now, top people will be top people because they deserve to be.
- Marc Champselle: "No" is not a word that I recognise.
- Frances Andros: You've recognised it for the past three months.
- The Duchess of Brighton: The truth is, I'm a little strung out. You see, its the first time I've ever flown. And this morning I had to borrow one of my maid Armstrong's pep-up pills. Ha. It pepped me up, alright, but, not just up, but in all directions, it seems.
- B.O.A.C. Airplane Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, would you kindly fasten your seat belts, please.
- The Duchess of Brighton: I haven't brought a seat belt with me.
- Jamaican Passenger: You must be sitting on it.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Oh, well, have you got one?
- Jamaican Passenger: Yes, I have.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Oh, I see. What happens now?
- Jamaican Passenger: You should have another part.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Oh, here it is...
- Jamaican Passenger: Here, there we are. Here, this way.
- The Duchess of Brighton: I'll leave it to you.
- Jamaican Passenger: Now, you put that through there. That, that through there and you're fastened to your chair.
- The Duchess of Brighton: You can't be expected to know that. What are they going to do? Loop-the-loop, or something?
- Max Buda: The line to Borghamn is temporarily out of order. Can somebody please tell me how it is possible for a telephone to be disordered by a fog?
- Frances Andros: That word seems to have stuck in your throat, a bit.
- Marc Champselle: Gigolo or aging?
- Frances Andros: Not aging, we're all aging.
- Marc Champselle: But, yes, gigolo does hurt. I suppose because its kind of true. I have made love to women for, oh, not for money, really, really not for money, or for what I could get out of it, but, well,
- Frances Andros: Well?
- Marc Champselle: For fun! It's true. I'm just one of nature's lay-abouts, I suppose.
- Frances Andros: I love you very deeply, you know.
- Marc Champselle: Good. You haven't told me why?
- Frances Andros: You so much want looking after. And I so much want to look after you.
- Les Mangrum: Well, let's have another go at this.
- [Grabs a bottle of champagne]
- Miss Mead: Well, I'll be squiffy!
- Les Mangrum: Marvelous! That, I should like to see, Miss Mead. Just once. What am I talking about, just once? If I don't see it tonight, I don't suppose I ever will.
- Airport Director: [Talking on the phone] No, I want to speak to Dawkins.
- Sanders: [Walks into the Director's office] Excuse me, sir.
- Airport Director: Shhh!
- [Talking on the phone]
- Airport Director: Dawkins? Airport Director, here. I want the royal lounge made ready by 10 hundred hours for the Russian delegation. Oh, about 20 of them, I think. Lay out caviar, champagne and cake. Oh, some kind of Russian-looking cake. Well, how should I know what makes a cake look Russian! Use your imagination, Dawkins.
- Sanders: May I speak to you sir? Its extremely urgent.
- Airport Director: [Still talking on the phone] Russians take-off is 10:25. By 10:45, the lounge must be ready for the American delegation. Oh, sandwiches, coffee and bourbon. Their take-off is 11 hundred hours.
- [Hangs up phone]
- Airport Director: Yes, what is it?
- Sanders: It's my VIP list, sir. I thought perhaps you might know who Mr. Len Mason is?
- Airport Director: Why should I? Your VIPs, your own pigeon, Sanders. I've got my own to look after. And they're a great deal more important than your film stars and oil magnets!
- Miss Mead: Mm, Mr. Andros?
- Paul Andros: Hm?
- Miss Mead: I don't suppose you've ever before been approached by a perfectly strange woman in a hotel lounge asking you for 153,750 pounds?
- Paul Andros: No, I don't think I have.
- Miss Mead: My name is Miss Mead. I'm the personal private secretary of Mr. Les Mangrum.
- Paul Andros: Who's he?
- Miss Mead: The President of Mangrum Tractors. You've heard of Mangrum Tractors?
- Paul Andros: Yes, I have, I think. That's the firm that's been taken over by Amalgamated Motors.
- Miss Mead: They haven't, not yet, they will tomorrow. Of course, it's not a very big firm, as far as your standards are concerned, but it's a wonderful firm, and it... makes wonderful tractors.
- Paul Andros: I have no reason to doubt what you're telling me. If Mangrum Tractors wasn't a good firm, Amalgamated Motors would hardly have wanted to take it over.
- Miss Mead: This is... this is the last balance sheet
- [handing it to him]
- Miss Mead: .
- Paul Andros: [looking at it] Yes, very impressive. I can see well why Mr. Mangrum wishes to keep it as his own.
- Miss Mead: And he should keep it as his own! He built it from nothing into this, and these big monopoly combines should be fought!
- Paul Andros: Yes, I agree. They should be fought.
- Miss Mead: If only you knew the fight he put up these last three months.
- Paul Andros: I can well imagine. To fight Amalgamated Motors would be quite a battle, Miss Mead, even for me.
- Miss Mead: And until today - well, a few hours ago even - he'd won it. And then someone let him down, and he had to write a check, and there's no money to cover it. And now this fog.
- [getting her handkerchief]
- Miss Mead: I feel so sorry for him, Mr. Andros, he's, he's such a wonderful man, and he's so young, and I'm sorry, you must think I'm mad, it's just that
- [wiping her nose]
- Miss Mead: we've been through so much, and tonight I had some champagne...
- Paul Andros: Does he know how much you love him?
- Miss Mead: [stunned] Who... who said I loved him? It's the company.
- Paul Andros: Yes... they make wonderful tractors.
- Marc Champselle: There have been plenty of times in my life when I'd have sold my soul for a tenth of that. But then you must realize, Paul, that in those days I don't think I really had a soul to sell.
- Marc Champselle: But isn't it better for you, that it should be me? Think of the sympathy you'll get from everyone: "Not with Marc Champselle! With anyone else, possibly, but not with Marc Champselle. She must be mad!" You've got my sympathy too, you know. I suppose in the circumstances, that's a dangerous thing to say. It would almost make me shoot, if I was sitting there. But, it's true.
- [handing Paul back his check]
- Marc Champselle: And I'm in the mood for truth.
- Frances Andros: I know it is foolishly sentimental to want to sit next to the man that you are eloping with.
- Frances Andros: ...and for most of those thirteen years I've loved him... but I don't know him. That smoke screen of... charm can be very dense.
- Marc Champselle: You? Why should you be scared of him?
- Frances Andros: As a child I was scared of the dark.
- Max Buda: Tell me, eh, with Room With No View, how much did we gross?
- Dr. Schwatzbacher: 12,363,000.
- Max Buda: Oh, without Tokyo?
- Dr. Schwatzbacher: Yes.
- Max Buda: You brought the agreements?
- Dr. Schwatzbacher: Yes.
- Max Buda: With my Lichtenstein or my Hong Kong company?
- Dr. Schwatzbacher: A new one. The friendly Isles. No taxes at all!
- Max Buda: No taxes? Ha-ha-ha. My darling, Dr. Schwartzbacher!
- Sanders: Is everything in order?
- The Duchess of Brighton: Eh, well not all together, I'm afraid.
- Sanders: Your grace is traveling on Flight 905 to Miami.
- B.O.A.C. Officer: The, Duchess of Brighton, oh yes, it's under D. Ha-ha. Would that be it?
- The Duchess of Brighton: [to Sanders] He does mix his tenses, though, would it, was it. It is.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Why do I have to travel with this ridiculous bag. It's like a bottomless pit. Oh! You know, I'm sure I had it when I left home.
- B.O.A.C. Officer: Yes, but I'm afraid you can't travel to America without a vaccination certificate, madame.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Why not? I once came through an epidemic of black water fever in Uganda and I hadn't been inoculated or anything? I'm really not afraid of a little small pox.
- B.O.A.C. Officer: Yes, well I'm afraid its a regulation, madame.
- The Duchess of Brighton: It's a very idiotic one.
- Marc Champselle: This is a problem, darling. How am I going to fix adjoining rooms for us, without seeming too obvious?
- Frances Andros: Your past experience, should help you there, shouldn't it?
- Marc Champselle: Have I married, a cat?
- Frances Andros: You haven't married anything yet?
- Paul Andros: Where do you want to go, Marc?
- Marc Champselle: What do you mean?
- Paul Andros: Cannes is a bit dead in January. What about the West Indies? No, of course, you'd miss your gambling, wouldn't you. What about Rio? That's pleasant at this time of year.
- Marc Champselle: I'm going to New York, Paul. With your wife.
- Paul Andros: I made this out for 10,000 pounds. That's at least twice your nuisance value. But, I don't enjoy haggling.
- Miss Mead: Mr, Mr, Andros? I-I don't suppose you've ever before been approached by a perfectly strange woman in a hotel lounge asking you for 153,750 pounds?
- Paul Andros: No, I, don't think I have.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Well I shall clearly arrive in Florida in an advanced state of drug addiction.
- Hotel Waiter: Florida. That would be nice now. I envy you, madam.
- The Duchess of Brighton: Oh. Do you?
- Hotel Waiter: Hmm. People swimming and lying about in the sun in all them bright, fancy clothes, and beach parties, and midnight barbecues, and girls doing the twist in their bikinis as like as not.
- Frances Andros: He needs me, it isn't show. He really needs me.
- Marc Champselle: Do you think I don't?
- Frances Andros: I know you do. But at least you'll survive.
- Marc Champselle: How can you be so damn sure?
- Frances Andros: It's a risk I'll have to take.
- Marc Champselle: Don't you love me at all?
- Frances Andros: Oh, yes! I love you, Marc. More, I think, than you'll ever know.
- Marc Champselle: I've been on the receiving end for most of my life, so I know what I've talking about... generosity is a killer. Checkbook generosity. It... it kills your pride, you see. I remember...
- Paul Andros: We were talking about my wife.
- Paul Andros: Well, if it isn't sex, what is it, then?
- Frances Andros: The words you've been using - need, and love.
- Paul Andros: He's incapable of love.
- Frances Andros: His need. My love.
- Paul Andros: His need is for charvet ties and silk shirts, and your love is too precious to be thrown away on a Marc Champselle. There are thousands of them! Later on, perhaps, when you're at the right age. Only don't let me know about him, in case I shoot him. At least that would make some kind of sense! But to destroy both of our lives for a male whore...
- Frances Andros: Paul! Paul, I think you'd better go now.
- Marc Champselle: Well, I'll have to think up something rather quick, won't I? I can still play golf, down to scratch. I wonder if I could turn pro at my age? Why, what's so funny about that?
- Frances Andros: My father left me 300,000.
- Marc Champselle: You lying daughter of a...
- Frances Andros: Fairly rich businessman.
- Marc Champselle: Why have you always told me he left you nothing?
- Frances Andros: Surely you can guess why.
- Marc Champselle: You didn't suspect - you couldn't possibly have suspected?
- Frances Andros: I just wanted to make sure.
- Marc Champselle: I've never been so insulted in my life!
- Frances Andros: Yes, you have.
- Frances Andros: What did you say to him?
- Marc Champselle: The right things, apparently. I'll tell them to you later, when my heart gets back some sort of rhythm. Feel it. I had a gun to face, you see. And you know me, I'm not exactly Wyatt Earp.