High Society (1956)

Frank Sinatra: Mike Connor

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• Mike Connor : Don't dig that kind of crooning, chum.

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : You must be one of the newer fellows.

• Mike Connor : [Dexter is carrying a morning-after-the-night-before drink for Sam]  Is that for me?

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : It's for Sam, you want one?

  Mike Connor : You know how I feel about my grandmother but I'd sell her for a drink.

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Uncle Willie's in the pantry doing weird and wonderful things with healing waters. Tell him you'd like one of the same.

  Mike Connor : Can I ask for two?

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Keep going till you run out of grandmothers.

  Mike Connor : I'll be drinking a long time.

• Mike Connor : Mr Kittredge, it may interest you to know that our so-called affair consisted of exactly two kisses and one rather late swim both of which I thoroughly enjoyed and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything. After which I returned here, carried her to her room, deposited her on her bed and promptly returned here which you will no doubt remember.

  George Kittredge : That's all?

  Mike Connor : That's all.

  Tracy Lord : Why? Was I so cold? So forbidding?

  Mike Connor : Not at all. On the contrary but you were somewhat the worse or the better for the wine and there are rules about such things.

• Mike Connor : She's a lovely girl.

  Tracy Lord : Yes, isn't she? Ah, but we're afraid she has a homicidal streak.

• Mike Connor : Didn't you once know a girl named Tracy Samantha Lord?

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Yes, I did.

  Mike Connor : No, you didn't! If you did, you wouldn't have let her go!

• Mike Connor : We'll go over the wall. Whose car should we use?

  Tracy Lord : Any one.

  Mike Connor : How about that blue one?

  Tracy Lord : Oh no, that's mine!

• Liz Imbrie : Were you by any chance playing footsie with me at lunch?

  Mike Connor : From where I sat?

  Liz Imbrie : I didn't think your reach was that good. Seth Lord has a roving eye *and* foot.

• Mike Connor : I'm gonna dance.

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Don't get hurt.

• Mike Connor : You know how I feel about my grandmother but I'd sell her for a drink.

• Mike Connor : Hands up!

  Tracy Lord : Oh it's you! Go away.

  Mike Connor : Where are you going?

  Tracy Lord : Some place and dance.

  Mike Connor : But they're dancing in there.

  Tracy Lord : I know but George is frowning at me and I can't dance when anyone frowns at me.

• Mike Connor : Who wants to be a millionaire?

  Liz Imbrie : I don't.

• C. K. Dexter-Haven : [hits Mike, turns to George]  She's not your wife yet and she *was* mine you know.

  [George stalks off, Dexter turns to Mike] 

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Thought I'd better get in first, he's in much better shape.

  Mike Connor : You'll do.

• Mike Connor : Have you heard the story of a boy a girl, unrequited love?

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Sounds like pure soap opera.

  Mike Connor : I may cry.

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Tune in tomorrow.

• Mike Connor : Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but...

  Liz Imbrie : Mike, I think I'd better grab you. You're likely to get in trouble one of these days.

• Mike Connor : [on telephone]  This is the voice of doom.

  Mrs. Seth Lord : What?

  Mike Connor : This is to tell you your days are numbered.

  [hangs up] 

  Mrs. Seth Lord : Oh dear. One of the servants has been at the sherry again.

• George Kittredge : I have a feeling you had more to do with this than anybody. You and your whole rotten class.

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Oh class my...

  Mike Connor : grandmother!

• Mike Connor : [drunkenly]  If you had really know her, you would've

  [hiccup] 

  Mike Connor : never let her get away. You go hiccups.

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Excuse me.

  Mike Connor : It's alright.

• C. K. Dexter-Haven : [singing]  You're my bon ami.

  Mike Connor : Hey, that's French

• Liz Imbrie : Elegant junk.

  Mike Connor : It's shiny.

• Mike Connor : Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray.

  Liz Imbrie : Mike, be careful what you say. We may be wired for sound.

• Mike Connor : She can't be for real.

  Liz Imbrie : Who was doing the interviewing?

  Mike Connor : You think she was born that way?

  Liz Imbrie : Nah. Takes years.

• Tracy Lord : Are you learning anything about the idle rich?

  Mike Connor : Yeah, they drive too fast. Where are we headed anyway?

  Tracy Lord : The graveyard.

  Mike Connor : I'm not ready.

  Tracy Lord : I thought I'd show you the playground of the rich, the graveyard of the wealthy.

  Mike Connor : Well, for that I'm ready.

• Mike Connor : Oh Tracy, you're tremendous.

  Tracy Lord : It's funny because I feel very small. Put me in your pocket, Mike.

• Liz Imbrie : Mike, I don't like this assignment.

  Mike Connor : Neither do I, Liz, but I like to eat.

• George Kittredge : This is all your fault! You and your whole rotten class!

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Oh, class my...

  Mike Connor : ...Grandmother!

• Mike Connor : Hey, Liz.

  Liz Imbrie : Huh?

  Mike Connor : Look at all the loot they've collected.

  Liz Imbrie : They must run a hockshop on the side.

• Mike Connor : This joint's full of spies.

  Liz Imbrie : That should make us feel at home.

• Mike Connor : You think she was born that way?

  Liz Imbrie : No - takes years.

• Mike Connor : Your daughter doesn't resemble you. As a matter of fact, there's an amazing difference.

  Uncle Willie : [pretending to be Tracy's father]  Well, naturally. She's a girl, you know, and I'm a wicked old man.

• Mike Connor : Girls only?

  Tracy Lord : We're democratic. We're allowing men.

  Mike Connor : The only bachelor parties I attended were with girls who came out of cakes.

  Tracy Lord : Please, Mr. Connor. This is Newport.

• Tracy Lord : You know, the strangest thing. I keep thinking I hear bells.

  Mike Connor : That's the champagne for you. They're now putting bells in the bubbles.

• Tracy Lord : Mike, are you having a wonderful time?

  Mike Connor : It's a gasser.

• Mike Connor : [singing]  I don't care if you are called, "The Fair Miss Frigidaire", 'Cause you're sensational, Making love is quite an art, What you require, Is the proper squire, To fire your heart, And if you say, That one fine day, You'll let me come to call, We'll have a ball...

• Mike Connor : [singing]  Have you heard that Mimsie Starr

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Oh, what now?

  Mike Connor : She got pinched in the As-tor bar

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Sauced again, eh?

  Mike Connor : She was stoned!

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Well, did you evah?

  Mike Connor : Nevah!

• Mike Connor : I'd have more respect for this dame if she'd throw us out.

  Liz Imbrie : Don't make snap judgments. You were wrong about me, remember?

• Mike Connor : [singing]  Who wants to wallow in champagne?

• Mike Connor : Miss Tracy Samantha. Samantha. What a lovely, musical name. Reminds me of an lndian cure for snakebite.

• C. K. Dexter-Haven : [singing]  Why, I've never seen such gaity

  Mike Connor : Neither have I

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : Its all just too, too exquis, really

• C. K. Dexter-Haven : [singing]  What frills, what frocks

  Mike Connor : What broads!

  C. K. Dexter-Haven : What furs, what rock

  Mike Connor : They're beautiful

• Mike Connor : Oh, Tracy, Tracy. Darling, you're lit from within. Bright, so bright.

  Tracy Lord : I don't seem made of bronze, then?

  Mike Connor : No, you're made of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it all.

• Mike Connor : [singing]  In the heavens, stars are dancing, And the mounting moon is new, What a rare night for romancing, Mind if I make love to you?

• Mike Connor , C. K. Dexter-Haven : [singing]  Have you heard, it's in the stars Next July we collide with Mars? Well, did you evah? What a swell party, swell party, Swellegant, elegant party this is!

• Mike Connor : What can I say, darling?

  Tracy Lord : Oh, not anything. Don't say anything. And especially not *darling*.

• Mike Connor : You're quite a girl, Liz.

  Liz Imbrie : You know, that's the second time in the last 24 hours that a man has said that to me. I guess I must be getting either booky, hippy, or toothy.