Kitty Foyle (1940)

Dennis Morgan: Wyn Strafford

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• Wyn Strafford : Until you can get another job...

  Kitty Foyle : What do you mean?

  Wyn Strafford : Why don't I just keep you on the payroll? It's no more than fair...

  Kitty Foyle : Just a minute, Wyn. You needn't worry about me. I'm free, white and 21 - almost. And I'll go on loving you from here on out - or until I stop loving you. But nobody owes a thing to Kitty Foyle, except Kitty Foyle.

• Wyn Strafford : As you know, it's a man's duty to instruct a woman in all subjects. Now you pick the subject.

• Wyn Strafford : [after hearing a long speech about why they shouldn't marry, based on class differences]  Is that all?

  Kitty Foyle : Oh, we're both the same color, if that's what you mean.

• Kitty Foyle : Wyn, darling? We are happy now, aren't we? I mean here this minute?

  Wyn Strafford : Of course we are.

  Kitty Foyle : But do you know why?

  Wyn Strafford : Because we love each other; because we're together.

  Kitty Foyle : No, that's not it. It's because we're not in Philadelphia.

  Wyn Strafford : Honey, this is no time for joking.

  Kitty Foyle : In New York we're happy. At Pocono we're happy. And Seattle, New Orleans, and Dallas, Texas we could be happy. But not in Philadelphia. Everywhere else we're just two people in love, a tall good-natured guy and a sassy Mick, minding our own business and bothering nobody. You see what I mean?

  Wyn Strafford : Listen, Kitty...

  Kitty Foyle : In Philadelphia, you're Darby Mill, and I'm Griscomb Street. We're two addresses, 23 miles and 500 light years apart.

• Kitty Foyle : I was just thinking how your voice sounds on the Dictaphone. Do you know who it sounds like?

  Wyn Strafford : No, who?

  Kitty Foyle : Ronald Colman.

  Wyn Strafford : Really?

  Kitty Foyle : I played it over again, and it's lovely.

  Wyn Strafford : That's funny.

  Kitty Foyle : So different from what it is actually.

• Kitty Foyle : What's Strega?

  Wyn Strafford : Oh, it's an Italian liqueur. It has a picture of a witch on the bottle. They say that if two people drink it together, they'll never drink it apart.

• Wyn Strafford : [jokingly recorded on the dictaphone]  And I'll thank you, Miss Foyle, not to sit with your legs crossed during conferences. We have difficulties enough getting this magazine out without such demoralizing exhibitions.

• Wyn Strafford : Miss Foyle, I want you to take some dictation before you go. Let's see. Interoffice memo to Miss Foyle. I'm sorry I said you cross your legs in conferences, but you do. I'm sorry I said they demoralize me, but they do. I'm sorry you seem to think that I - I'm making love to you, but I am.

• Wyn Strafford : [jokingly recorded on the dictaphone]  Do you really think it's true, Miss Foyle? That my voice sounds rather like that of Mr. Colman? Ah, Shangri-la, Miss Foyle. Foyle, Foyle, boil in oil. Roses are red, violets are blue, Miss Foyle has nice legs, I love you.

• Kitty Foyle : Tell me about love.

  Wyn Strafford : Well, first there was a man, and just as soon as he had time to learn his way about, there was a woman.

  Kitty Foyle : Was the woman - beautiful?

  Wyn Strafford : Very. She had reddish hair, and her nose that went like so, and her eyes - her eyes were as blue-green as the sea itself.

  Kitty Foyle : She looked something like me, huh?

  Wyn Strafford : Well, her voice didn't sound so much like music, and her eyes didn't trap the starlight one-half as cleverly, and she wasn't nearly so beautiful.

  Kitty Foyle : What did the man and the woman do?

  Wyn Strafford : Oh, at first, they just hung around. Didn't take any notice of each other at all. Oh, maybe a grunt now and then, but certainly nothing more. They thought of each other as company or, perhaps, as friends. And then, one night, a strange thing happened.

  Kitty Foyle : What?

  Wyn Strafford : The man and woman were sitting in front of a fire. Firelight played upon the woman's face, and the man, for the first time, saw how beautiful she was. So, immediately, he made love to her.

  Kitty Foyle : How?

  Wyn Strafford : He bent down over her; rubbed her nose with his.

  Kitty Foyle : Didn't the woman object?

  Wyn Strafford : No.

  Kitty Foyle : No?

  Wyn Strafford : She loved him too.

  Kitty Foyle : Why?

  Wyn Strafford : Well...

  Kitty Foyle : Because, he was all that she had ever dreamed of. Tell me some more about the man and the woman.

  Wyn Strafford : Let me see, where was I?

  Kitty Foyle : You were here.

  [kiss] 

• Wyn Strafford : Have you ever heard of the Depression?

  Kitty Foyle : Yes, isn't it disgusting? It always comes around when everybody's so broke.

• Kitty Foyle : I might get a job in New York. Friend of mine lives there.

  Wyn Strafford : Kitty, I can't let you do that.

  Kitty Foyle : Why not?

  Wyn Strafford : Because you'd be too far away.

  Kitty Foyle : Well, it's not China.

• Wyn Strafford : Darling, you look like the wrapping around the neck of a champagne bottle.

• Wyn Strafford : You like to dance, don't you?

  Kitty Foyle : All women do. It's good training.

  Wyn Strafford : How do you mean?

  Kitty Foyle : The first way a girl learns what a man is going to do before he does it.

• Wyn Strafford : How about some scrambled eggs, little sausages, and champagne?

• Wyn Strafford : You and I together, make something entirely different from either of us when we're separated. A new element. Like in chemistry. We'll always be alone - as long as we're together.

• Kitty Foyle : Oh, darling, how did you ever find me?

  Wyn Strafford : I just followed my heartbeat.