Your Past Is Showing (1957)

Peter Sellers: Sonny Macgregor

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• Sonny MacGregor : I'm having a day's rough shooting and I want some bullets, please.

  Gunsmith : Cartridges? Certainly, sir. Any particular make?

  Sonny MacGregor : No, as long as they've got gunpowder in them.

  Gunsmith : What bore?

  Sonny MacGregor : Boar? No, no. A few rabbits, pheasants, small fry, you know.

  Gunsmith : No, no, no, sir. Bore. B-O-R-E.

  Sonny MacGregor : Bore!

  [laughs] 

  Sonny MacGregor : Hmm?

  Gunsmith : 12, 20 or 4-10?

  Sonny MacGregor : Er... Definitely, yes.

  Gunsmith : Well, which, sir?

  Sonny MacGregor : Well, the largest you have, surely.

  Gunsmith : 12-bore. How many, sir? 50?

  Sonny MacGregor : No. No, I think you'd better make it a thousand.

  Gunsmith : A thousand?

  Sonny MacGregor : Yes.

  Gunsmith : But didn't you say a day's rough shooting?

  Sonny MacGregor : Yes, I did, er... and it may be pretty rough. On second thoughts, I think you'd better make it fifteen hundred, perhaps.

• Sonny MacGregor : Are you crazy? We've just been killing ourselves trying to murder him!

• [MacGregor's false mustache has started coming loose] 

  Lord Henry Mayley : Your mustache...

  Sonny MacGregor : Oh, yes, sir. I... I got the creeping alopecia, sir. Yes, sir, it crept all over my lip, it did. Yes, sir.

• Sonny MacGregor : I'm very sorry to trouble you at this hour, but, um, is your husband there?

  [He points to the library] 

  Lady Lucy Mayley : Not all there, I'm thinking.

• Sonny MacGregor : I haven't got 10,000 Pounds.

  Nigel Dennis : Spoken like a true Scot! But, where's bonnie accent gone?

• Sonny MacGregor : I couldn't. But, someone else - might.

  Porter : Who?

  Sonny MacGregor : Anyone. Anyone of a thousand characters that I can create and then destroy - just like that.

  Porter : What are you going on about, Mr. M?

  Sonny MacGregor : Murder, Porter. Murder. Murder by a person or persons unknown. By someone who doesn't even exist. A will o' the wisp. Murder by a figment of my imagination.

• Sonny MacGregor : I can smile - and murder while I smile.

  Porter : Oh, dear.

  Sonny MacGregor : I will drown more sailors than mermaids...

  Porter : It's the Old Vic trouble, isn't it, sir?

  Sonny MacGregor : I'll play the orator as well as Nestor, deceive more slyly than Ulysses could, and like a Sinon - take another Troy!

• Porter : Mr. M, the tele's one thing, but, real life's quite another. You'd only go and overdo it.

  Sonny MacGregor : Why should I?

  Porter : Because you always do. Frankly, you always overact most dreadfully.

• Sonny MacGregor : A bomb. Yes, a bomb will do it. You see, a bomb will blow he and his records and the barge to kingdom come - and, yet, it wouldn't hurt anyone else. Yes! But where do we get a bomb from?

  Porter : Well, if you only want a little one, I suppose you'd have to go to Ireland for that.

• Sonny MacGregor : Make an ally of that stupid idiot? No, thank you. I'll rely on my bomb.