It's lovely, isn't it? Sort of makes you forget all about the war and troubles. It would be nice if we could just keep flying for a long time, live in the clouds.
Foreign Correspondent (1940) · 18 quotes
2nd most-quoted character in Foreign Correspondent (1940): in 7 of its 18 quotes
Most scenes with: John Jones (5)
I think the world has been run long enough by well-meaning professionals. We might give the amateurs a chance now.
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5 scenesThis is Scott ffolliott, newspaperman same as you. Foreign correspondent. Mr. Haverstock, Mr. ffolliott.
With a double 'F'.
How do you do?
How do you do?
I don't get the double 'F'.
They're at the beginning. Both small 'F's
They can't be at the beginning.
One of my ancestors was beheaded by Henry VIII. His wife dropped the capital letter to commemorate it. There it is.
How do you say it, like a stutter?
No, just a straight 'fuh'.
Well, you've made quite a day of it, haven't you?
Now, listen...
Making fools of Scott Ffolliott and me in front of the local police, broken into my bedroom and disgraced me before a very important friend of my father's. What are your plans now, may I ask?
I'll tell you if you wait just a...
You might at least have had your clothes on.
Take it easy. This is serious. I've got to talk to you.
I've seen your serious business. What're you doing here?
I'm escaping.
Escaping from what?
From a couple of fellas in my room about to kill me.
May I ask who?
Two gentlemen disguised as policemen, waiting to take me for a ride.
You're talking through your hat.
But I'm not talking through my hat. I've thrown a monkey wrench into some international dirty business, whatever it is. I know Van Meer's alive. That's the reason they want to kill me.
I can think of others.
Now look, you've got to help me. Not for my sake alone, but this is the biggest story in Europe.
Look! Your childish mind is as out of place in Europe as you are in my bedroom.
Get over there. You see what you're doing?
All this is going straight back to London and will be common gossip by tomorrow. I don't care for myself, but my father's engaged in a great work. He's trying to help avert a war, a dreadful war, and this is just the sort of thing to discredit him. I know you care nothing about our work. All you're interested in is having fun with windmills and hotel bathrooms.
You don't believe I'm in trouble?
You'll be in lot of trouble if you don't get out. Now for the last time, please go.
Okay. But I want you to know exactly what's going to happen when I do go. I'll go back to my room and get dressed. I'll try and shake those two fellows off, but I won't succeed. They'll stick to me like a couple of tattoo marks until they get me. They'll stop at nothing. I seem to know too much. And you're right. I don't know the ins and outs of your crackpot peace movement. And I don't know what's wrong with Europe. But I do know a story when I see one. And I'll keep after it until either I get it or it gets me. Sorry you have those derogatory opinions of me...but I guess that can't be helped. So long. It's been nice knowing you.
Were you really going to tip that man 5?
Of course. I charge all my traveling expenses to the office. Corrupting an official, 5.
You're just a wee bit unscrupulous, aren't you?
Not unscrupulous. Just in love.
It's the same thing, I suppose...I beg your pardon?
I beg yours. You see, I love you, and I want to marry you.
I love you, and I want to marry you.
That cuts our love scene down quite a bit, doesn't it?
Do you mind?
Not at all. It's made a new man of me.
I hope not entirely new. It took me some time to get used to the first man you were.
To be perfectly frank with you, I expected a little more argument. I'm really left with quite a few things I very much wanted to say.
Save them until after we're married. I imagine they'll sound better then.
I've saved things to say then, too.
You were really quite sure of yourself, weren't you?
I didn't think I had a chance. A guy's got a right to dream, hasn't he?
Evidently.
What do we do now, call Scotland Yard?
I thought it best to send Monsieur Krug away.
You let him get away? Listen...
If what you say is true, then it's important not to rouse Krug's suspicions.
Van Meer will be killed. Dead or alive, it's a story.
Johnny, father's right.
Okay. I'll cable them what I've got.
I wouldn't, if I were you. Van Meer's life may depend on our keeping this quiet a few hours.
Keep it quiet? A famous diplomat's kidnapped right under my eyes and I muzzle myself? I'm sorry, but this is a story with facts in it. This is the kind of story I'm here to get, the kind America's waiting for.
It'll be a bigger story if you can wait a few hours until we find Van Meer and discover what's behind this curious business.
I know what's behind it.
I don't mean who is behind it. I mean the why of it.
This is London. We have as a guest tonight one of the soldiers of the press. One of the little army of historians who are writing history from beside the cannons mouth. Foreign correspondent of the New York Globe - Huntley Haverstock.
Hello, America. I've been watching a part of the world being blown to pieces. A part of the world as nice as Vermont, and Ohio, [siren sounds] and Virginia, and California, and Illinois lies ripped up and bleeding like a steer in a slaughterhouse, and I've seen things that make the history of the savages read like Pollyanna legends. I've seen women... [bombs begin exploding]
It's a raid; we shall have to postpone the broadcast.
Oh, postpone, nothing! Let's go on as long as we can.
Madam, we have a shelter downstairs.
How about it, Carol?
They're listening in America, Johnny.
Okay, we'll tell 'em, then. I can't read the rest of the speech I had, because the lights have gone out, so I'll just have to talk off the cuff. All that noise you hear isn't static - it's death, coming to London. Yes, they're coming here now. You can hear the bombs falling on the streets and the homes. Don't tune me out, hang on a while - this is a big story, and you're part of it. It's too late to do anything here now except stand in the dark and let them come... as if the lights were all out everywhere, except in America. Keep those lights burning, cover them with steel, ring them with guns, build a canopy of battleships and bombing planes around them. Hello, America, hang on to your lights: they're the only lights left in the world!