Tracy Samantha Lord Oh, we're going to talk about me again, are we? Goody.
Most-quoted character in The Philadelphia Story (1940): in 41 of its 82 quotes
Most scenes with: Macaulay 'Mike' Connor (13), Dexter (13), George (7)
I've made a terrible fool of myself - which isn't unusual. And my fiancee, my fiancee that was, that is, he thinks we'd better call it a day. And I quite agree with him. [repeating what Dexter feeds her] Two years ago, you were invited to a wedding in this house and then I did you out of it by eloping to Maryland...which was very bad manners... But I hope to make it up to you by going beautifully through with it now as originally and most beautifully planned.
More lines from Tracy Samantha Lord
5 quotes Tracy Samantha Lord Tracy Samantha Lord You haven't switched from liquor to dope, by any chance, have you Dexter?
Tracy Samantha Lord [about a sailboat]
My, she was yar...It means, uh...easy to handle, quick to the helm, fast, bright. Everything a boat should be, until she develops dry rot.
Tracy Samantha Lord It's just that a lot of things I always thought were terribly important I find now are - and the other way around - and, oh what the dickens.
Tracy Samantha Lord [in response to Mike's impromptu proposal]
No, Mike. Thanks but, mm-mm. Nope...Because I don't think Liz would like it. And I'm not sure you would. And I'm even a little doubtful about myself. But I am beholden to you, Mike. I'm most beholden.
Scenes with Tracy Samantha Lord
35 scenes Tracy If you just face the facts squarely as I did.
We both might face the fact that neither of us have proved to be a very great success as a wife.
Tracy We just picked the wrong first husbands, that's all.
Tracy Isn't George an angel?...Is he handsome or is he not?
George is handsome.
I like Dexter.
Tracy Really. Why don't you postpone the wedding?
How?
Tracy Get smallpox.
Now don't put the idea in her head.
[looking through Spy Magazine]
Well I thought maybe you, you being one of the oldest families in Philadelphia and me getting fairly important myself, it's luck of course...
Tracy [tossing the paper into the dirt]
Of all the filthy ideas - coming into a private house with a camera.
[on the telephone]
This is the Bridal Suite. Would you send up a couple of caviar sandwiches and a bottle of beer?
What? Who is this?
This is the Voice of Doom calling. Your days are numbered, to the seventh son of the seventh son!
Hello? Hello?
Tracy What's the matter?
I think one of the servants has been at the sherry again.
Oh, dear. Is there no such thing as privacy any more?
Tracy Only in bed, mother, and not always there.
Tracy I thought you were low, but I never thought you'd sink to...Who the heck do they think they are, barging in on peaceful people?
Now, shush, shush, they'll think you don't want them.
Tracy I want them out and you too.
Yes, yes your Majesty, but first, could I interest you in some small blackmail?
Tracy No!
[as he removes an article from his coat pocket]
Well, it's an article, complete with snapshots, details, and insinuations. And it's ready for publication in Spy and it's about your father and that dancer in New York.
Tracy [grabbing the article]
About father and Tina Mara?
Now quiet, Dinah...
Tracy But they can't. Well they can't, even if it's true. Where did you get these?
From Sidney Kidd. The editor and publisher...
Tracy He's got to be stopped.
Well he is, temporarily. That is, if you'll allow those two to turn in a story on your wedding. And when Kidd says a story, he means a story!
Tracy I'm gonna be sick.
Yes, dear. 'An Intimate Day with a Society Bride.'
Tracy I am sick.
Well, it's tough, but that's the way it seems to be.
Tracy So I'm to be examined, undressed, and generally humiliated at fifteen cents a copy. And you, you ---. You're loving it.
Am I, Red?
Tracy [about George]
You hardly know him.
To hardly know him is to know him well.
Tracy They aren't anybody's friends, but we're to pretend they are...Don't ask me, there's a good reason and it's my wedding, so please!
I'll bet it's on account of father and that dancer in New York.
Tracy Watching every little mannerism, jotting down notes on how we sit, stand, talk, and even move...And all in that horrible, snide, corkscrew English. Well, if we have to submit to it to save father's face, which [she covers Dinah's ears] incidentally doesn't deserve it, I'm for giving them a picture of home life that will stand their hair on end.
No. Tracy, we must just be ourselves. Very much ourselves.
Tracy You're a kind of, um, writer, aren't you, Mr. Connor?
Sort of.
Tracy A book?
Yes.
Tracy Under what name do you publish?
My own. Macauley Connor.
Tracy What's the 'Macauley' for?
Well, my father taught English History. I'm, I'm Mike to my friends.
Tracy Of whom you have many, I'm sure. English History - it's always fascinated me. Cromwell, Robin Hood, Jack the Ripper. Where did he teach? I mean your father -
In a little high school in South Bend, Indiana.
Tracy South Bend! It sounds like dancing, doesn't it? You must have had a most happy childhood there.
Yeah, it was terrific.
Tracy I'm so glad.
No, I didn't mean it that way.
Tracy I'm so sorry. Why?
Uh, well, lack of where-with-all I guess.
Tracy But that doesn't always cause unhappiness, does it? Not if you're the right kind of man. George Kittredge, my fiancee, never had anything either and he...
Tracy Are either of you married?
No.
Uh, no.
Tracy You mean you were, but now you're divorced...Well, come now Miss Imbrie, surely you're not ashamed of it.
Well, of course I'm not ashamed of it.
WHAT!?
Well, it was years ago. I was only a kid in Duluth.
Well, good heavens Liz! You never told me anything...
You never asked me.
Well, I know, but you...
Joe Smith. Hardware.
You're the darnedest girl, Liz.
I think I'm sweet.
Tracy Duluth. That must be a lovely spot. It's west of here, isn't it?...And this is your first visit in Philadelphia? It's a quaint old place, don't you think, filled with relics. And how old are you, Mr. Connor?
Thirty.
Tracy One book isn't much for a man of thirty. Well, I don't mean to criticize. You probably have other interests outside your work.
None, I mean unless... [He gestures to acknowledge his friendship with Liz]
Tracy How sweet. Are you going together?
Well, that is an odd question I must say.
Tracy Well, I don't see why. I think it's very interesting. Miss Imbrie. Don't you agree that if a man says he loves a girl, he ought to marry her?
Can she be human?
Tracy Please, Mr. Connor! I asked Miss Imbrie a question.
That depends. I-
Tracy I'll see what's keeping Mama. [she leaves the room]
I guess this must be love.
Your guess is correct, Mr. Connor.
Tracy I'm just his faithful old dog Tray.
Give me your paw!
Tracy You've got it. [He takes her hand and kisses it]
You don't look as well as when I last saw you, Kittredge. Oh, you poor fellow. I know just how you feel...Why, you don't look old enough to get married. Not even the first time. And then you never did. She needs trouble to mature her, Kittredge. Give her lots of it.
I'm afraid she can't count on me for that.
No, that's too bad. Sometimes, for your own sake, Red, I think you should have stuck to me longer.
Tracy I thought it was for life, but the nice Judge gave me a full pardon.
Aw, that's the old redhead, no bitterness, no recrimination, just a good swift left in the jaw.
Tracy Uncle Willie! Uncle Willie! How nice.
Mr. Lord
I beg your pardon.
Tracy Please go on into lunch, everyone. I want a word with Uncle Willie...
Mr. Lord
I'm afraid I don't understand.
Tracy You never have, but you came anyway, didn't you?
Mr. Lord
Oh! Still Justice, with her shining sword - eh, daughter? Who's on the spot?
Tracy We are, thanks to you - Uncle Willie.
Well, are you sure you're doing the right thing? You know what happens to girls like you when they read books like mine. They begin to think. That's bad.
Tracy These stories are beautiful. Why, Connor, they're almost poetry.
Well, don't kid yourself - they are.
Tracy I can't make you out at all, now.
Really? I thought I was easy.
Tracy So did I. But you're not. You, you talk so big and tough - and then you write like this. Which is which?
Both, I guess.
Tracy No. No I-I believe you put the toughness on to save your skin.
Do you think so?
Tracy I know a little about that.
Do you?
Tracy Quite a lot.
Tracy When you can do a thing like that book, how can you possibly do anything else?
Well, you may not believe this, but there are people in this world that must earn their living.
Tracy Of course, but people buy books, don't they?
Not as long as there's a library around. You know, that book of mine represents two solid years' work. And it netted Connor something under six hundred dollars.
Tracy But that shouldn't be!...What about your Miss Imbrie?
Well, Miss Imbrie is in somewhat the same fix. She's a born painter, and might be a very important one. But Miss Imbrie must eat. And she also prefers a roof over her head to being constantly out in the rain and snow.
Tracy Food and a roof.
Tracy I have the most wonderful little house in Unionville. It's up on a hill with a view that would knock you silly. I'm never there except in the hunting season, and not much then, and I'd be so happy to know that it was of some real use to someone....There's a brook and a small lake, no size really, and a patch of woods, and in any kind of weather, it's the most wonderful --- Well anyhow, I'm, I'm so delighted that I can offer it to you...And don't think I'd come trooping in every minute because I wouldn't. I'd-I'd never come except when expressly asked to.
Well, you see the idea of artists depending upon a patron Lady Bountiful has more or less gone out.
Tracy Oh! I see. That wasn't especially kind of you, Mr. Connor. I'm sorry to have seemed patronizing.
Orange juice, certainly.
Tracy Don't tell me you've forsaken your beloved whiskey and whiskeys.
No, no, no, no. I've just changed their color, that's all. I'm going for the pale pastel shades now. They're more becoming to me. How about you, Mr. Connor? You drink, don't you? Alcohol, I mean.
Oh, a little.
A little, 'little.' And you a writer? I thought all writers drank to excess and beat their wives. You know one time, I think I secretly wanted to be a writer.
Tracy Dexter, would you mind doing something for me?...Get the heck out of here.
Oh my dear, Red. I couldn't do that. It wouldn't be fair to you. You need me too much.
Tracy Would you mind telling me just what it is you're hanging around for? [Mike begins to walk away] Oh no, no, no. Please don't go, Mr. Connor.
'Oh no, no, no. Please don't go Mr. Connor.' As a writer, this ought to be right up your street.
Tracy Don't miss a word.
I never saw you looking better, Red. You're getting that fine, tawny look.
Tracy Oh, we're going to talk about me, are we? Goodie.
It's astonishing what money can do for people, don't you agree, Mr. Connor? Not too much, you know - just more than enough. Now take Tracy for example. (There's) never a blow that hasn't been softened for her. Never a blow that won't be softened. As a matter of fact, she's even changed her shape - she was a dumpy little thing at one time.
Tracy Only as it happens, I'm not interested in myself, for the moment.
Not interested in yourself! You're fascinated, Red. You're far and away your favorite person in the world.
Tracy Dexter, in case you don't know it -
Of course, Mr. Connor, she's a girl who's generous to a fault.
Tracy To a fault, Mr. Connor.
Except to other people's faults. For instance, she never had any understanding of my deep and gorgeous thirst.
Tracy That was your problem.
Granted. But you took on that problem with me when you took me, Red. You were no help-mate there. You were a scold.
Tracy It was disgusting. It made you so unattractive.
A weakness, sure, and strength is her religion, Mr. Connor. She finds human imperfection unforgiveable. And when I gradually discovered that my relationship to her was supposed to be not that of a loving husband and a good companion, but - [He turns away from her] Oh, never mind.
Tracy Say it.
But that of a kind of high priest to a virgin goddess, then my drinks grew deeper and more frequent, that's all. [Mike slides off his chair and leaves them.]
Tracy I never considered you as that, nor myself.
You did without knowing it. Oh, and the night that you got drunk on champagne and climbed out on the roof and stood there, NAKED, with your arms out to the moon, wailing like a banshee - [Dexter laughs at the thought.]
Tracy I told you I never had the slightest recollection of doing any such thing.
I know. You drew a blank. You wanted to. Mr. Connor, what would you... [He turns and notices Mike has gone] Oh.
Tracy A nice story for spies, incidentally.
Too bad we can't supply photographs of you on the roof.
Tracy Because he is everything you're not. He's been poor. He's had to work and he's had to fight for everything. And I love him, as I never even began to love you.
Maybe so, but I doubt it. I think he's just a swing from me. But it's too violent a swing. Kittredge is no great tower of strength, you know, Tracy. He's just a tower.
Tracy You hardly know him.
To hardly know him is to know him well. And perhaps it offends my vanity to have anyone who is even remotely my wife re-marry so obviously beneath her.
Tracy How dare you! Any of you in this day and age use such an idiotic...
I'm talking about the difference in mind and spirit...Kittredge is not for you.
Tracy You bet he's for me. He's a great man and a good man. Already, he's of national importance.
You sound like Spy Magazine talking. But whatever he is, toots, you'll have to stick. He'll give you no out as I did.
Tracy I won't require one.
I suppose you'd still be attractive to any man of spirit, though. There's something engaging about it, this goddess business. There's something more challenging to the male than the, uh, more obvious charms.
Tracy Really?
Really. We're very vain, you know - 'This citadel can and shall be taken, and I'm the boy to do it.'
Tracy You seem quite contemptuous of me all of a sudden.
No, Red, not of you, never of you. Red, you could be the finest woman on this earth. I'm contemptuous of something inside of you you either can't help, or make no attempt to; your so-called 'strength' - your prejudice against weakness - your blank intolerance.
Tracy Is that all?
That's the gist of it; because you'll never be a first-class human being or a first-class woman, until you've learned to have some regard for human frailty. It's a pity your own foot can't slip a little sometime - but your sense of inner divinity wouldn't allow that. This goddess must and shall remain intact. There are more of you than people realize - a special class of the American Female. The Married Maidens.
Tracy So help me, Dexter, if you say another word, I'll...
I'm through, Red. For the moment, I've had my say.
You know, we're gonna represent something, Tracy, you and I in our home, something straight, sound, and fine. Then perhaps your friend Mr. Haven will be somewhat less condescending.
Tracy George, you, you don't really mind him, do you? I mean, the fact of him...I mean...that he ever was my lord and master. That we ever were...
I don't believe he ever was, Tracy, not really. I don't believe that anyone ever was - or ever will be. That's the wonderful thing about you, Tracy.
Tracy What? How?
Well, you're like some marvelous, distant, well, queen, I guess. You're so cool and fine and - and always so much your own. There's a kind of beautiful purity about you, Tracy, like, like a statue...
Tracy George -
Oh, it's grand, Tracy. It's what everybody feels about you. It's what I first worshipped you for from afar.
Tracy George, listen -
First, now, and always! Only from a little nearer now, eh, darling!
Tracy I-I don't want to be worshipped. I want to be loved!
Well, you're that too, Tracy. Oh, you're that all right.
Tracy I mean really loved.
But that goes without saying, Tracy.
Tracy No. No, now it's you who doesn't see what I mean.
Tracy Of course, inasmuch as you let us in for it in the first place.
Mr. Lord
Oh, do keep that note out of your voice, Tracy. It's very unattractive.
Tracy Oh? How does your dancer friend talk? Or does she purr?
Tracy!
Mr. Lord
Oh, it's quite all right, Margaret.
Tracy Sweet and low, I suppose. Dulcet, very lady-like. You've got a heck of a nerve to come back here in your best-head-of-the-family manner and make stands and strike attitudes and criticize my fiancee and give orders and mess things up generally...
Stop it instantly!
Tracy I can't help it. It's sickening. As if he'd done nothing at all!
Mr. Lord
Which happens to be the truth.
Anyway, it's not your affair, Tracy, if it concerns anyone. Well actually, I don't know whom it concerns except your father.
Mr. Lord
That's very wise of you, Margaret. What most wives fail to realize is that their husband's philandering has nothing whatever to do with them.
Tracy Oh? Then, what has it to do with?
Mr. Lord
A reluctance to grow old, I think. I suppose the best mainstay a man can have as he gets along in years is a daughter - the right kind of daughter.
Tracy How sweet!
Mr. Lord
No, no. I'm talking seriously about something I've thought over thoroughly. I've had to. I think a devoted young girl gives a man the illusion that youth is still his.
Tracy Very important, I suppose.
Mr. Lord
Oh, very, very. Because without her, he might be inclined to go out in search of his youth. And that's just as important to him as it is to any woman. But with a girl of his own full of warmth for him, full of foolish, unquestioning, uncritical affection -
Tracy None of which I've got -
Mr. Lord
None. You have a good mind, a pretty face, a disciplined body that does what you tell it to. You have everything it takes to make a lovely woman except the one essential - an understanding heart. And without that, you might just as well be made of bronze.
Tracy That's an awful thing to say to anyone.
Mr. Lord
Yes, it is indeed.
Tracy So, I'm to blame for Tina Mara, am I?
Mr. Lord
To a certain extent, I expect you are.
Tracy You coward.
Mr. Lord
No. But better that than a prig or a perennial spinster, however many marriages.
Seth, that's too much.
Mr. Lord
I'm afraid it's not enough, Margaret. I'm afraid nothing is.
Tracy What, what did you say I was?
Mr. Lord
Do you want me to repeat it?
Tracy 'A prig and a...' You mean, you think I think I'm some kind of a goddess or something?
Mr. Lord
If your ego wants it that way, yes. Also, you've been talking like a jealous woman.
Tracy 'A...' What's the matter with everyone all at once, anyhow?
Tracy In China we'd be married by now - or perhaps it's only yesterday.
I'm going home after this dance.
Tracy There was a Chinese poet who was drowned while trying to kiss the moon in the river. He was drunk.
I'd say as much.
Tracy But he wrote beautiful poetry.
Tracy Aren't you coming Liz?
Well, it seems I've got to commit suicide first.
You look beautiful, Red. [She slowly opens her eyes] Come on in.
Tracy [drunk]
Why?
No particular reason. A drink, maybe?
Tracy I don't drink.
That's right, I forgot.
Tracy I haven't.
Tracy [drunk]
That's "Miss Goddess" to you.
Okay, Miss Goddess To Me.
The prettiest sight in this fine, pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
Tracy You're a snob, Connor.
No doubt, no doubt...Tracy. You can't marry that guy.
Tracy George? I'm going to. Why, why not?
Well, I don't know. I thought I'd be for it at first, but you just don't seem to match up.
Tracy Then the fault's with me.
Well, maybe so, but all the same now, you can't do it.
Tracy No?
No.
Tracy Come around about noon tomorrow. I mean today. Snob.
What do ya mean, snob?
Tracy You're the worst kind there is. An intellectual snob. You made up your mind awfully young, it seems to me.
Well, thirty's about time to make up your mind. And I'm nothing of the sort, not Mr. Connor.
Tracy The time to make up your mind about people - is never. Yes you are, and a complete one.
You're quite a girl, aren't you?
Tracy You think?
Yeah, I know.
Tracy Thank you, Professor. I don't think I'm exceptional.
You are though.
Tracy I know any number like me. You ought to get around more.
In the upper class. No, no. No thank you.
Tracy You're just a mass of prejudices, aren't you? You're so much thought and so little feeling, Professor.
Oh I am, am I?
Tracy Yes you am, are you! Your intolerance infuriates me. I should think that of all people, a writer would need tolerance. The fact is, you'll never - you can't be a first-rate writer or a first-rate human being until you've learned to have some small regard for human fra...[Suddenly, she stops, her eyes widen, and she realizes that she is repeating Dexter's words. She turns] Aren't the geraniums pretty, Professor? Is it not a handsome day that begins, Professor?
All right, lay off that, Professor.
Tracy Yes, Professor.
You've got all the arrogance of your class, all right, haven't you?
Tracy Halt. What have classes to do with it? What do they matter except for the people in them? George comes from the so-called lower class. Dexter from the upper...Upper and lower, my eye. I'll take the lower, thanks.
If you can't get a drawing room.
Tracy What do you mean by that?
My mistake.
Tracy Decidedly. You're insulting.
I'm sorry.
Tracy Oh, don't apologize.
Well, who's apologizing?
Tracy I never knew such a man.
You wouldn't be likely to, dear, not from where you sit.
Tracy Talk about arrogance.
Tracy.
Tracy What do you want?
You're wonderful. [She laughs] There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.
Tracy Now, I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I- Mike? Let's...
Yeah?
Tracy I don't know - go up I guess, it's late.
A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts.
Tracy I don't seem to you made of bronze?
[takes her in his arms]
No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. You're the golden girl, Tracy. Full of life and warmth and delight. What goes on? You've got tears in your eyes.
Tracy Shut up, shut up. Oh Mike. Keep talking, keep talking. Talk, will you?
No, no. I-I've stopped.
Tracy Why? Has your mind taken hold again, dear Professor?
That's really all I am to you, is it?
Tracy Of course, Professor.
Are you sure?
Tracy Why, yes, yes, of course...
Tracy [Mike's forceful, passionate kiss stops her next word. She takes the melodramatic kiss and returns it]
Golly. [She kisses him a second time] Golly Moses. All of a sudden, I got the shakes.
It can't be anything like love, can it?
Tracy No! No! It mustn't be. It can't.
Would it be inconvenient?
Tracy Terribly. Anyway, I know it isn't. Oh Mike, we're out of our minds.
And right into our hearts.
Tracy That ought to have music.
It does, doesn't it? Tracy, you're so lovely.
Tracy Oh, it's as if my insteps were melting away. What is it? Have I got feet of clay or something?
Tracy...
Tracy It's not far to the pool. It's just over the lawn and in the birch-grove. It'll be lovely now.
Tracy, you're tremendous...
Tracy Put me in your pocket, Mike.
[Mike walks in, carrying a drunk Tracy] [To George]
Now easy old man! [To Mike] She's not hurt?
No, no.
Tracy Not wounded, sire, but dead.
It seems the minute she hit the water, the wine hit her.
Now look here, Connor.
A likely story, Connor.
Tracy Hello, Dexter. Hello, George. Hello, Mike. My feet are made of clay. Made of clay, did you know? Good niiiggghhhttt little man!
[Mike carries her upstairs]
How are the mighty fallen! But if I know Tracy - and I know her well, she'll remember little of this. For the second time in her life, she'll draw quite a tidy blank.
Tracy I don't know what's the matter with me. I must have had too much sun yesterday. My eyes don't open properly.
You should have taken a quick swim when you got home.
Tracy [remembering the previous night]
A swim? A swim!
There, now they're open.
That was just the beginning, and it was no dream!
I dreamed I got up and went over to the window - and guess what I dreamed I saw coming over out of the woods?
Tracy I haven't the faintest idea. A skunk?
Well, sort of - it was Mr. Connor.
Tracy Mr. Connor?
Yes, with his both arms full of something. And guess what it turned out to be?
Tracy What?
You, and some clothes. Wasn't it funny? It was sort of like as if you were coming from the pool.
Tracy The pool? I'm going crazy. I'm standing here solidly on my own two hands and going crazy. Then what?
And after a while, I opened my door a crack and there he was in the hall, still coming along with you, puffing like a steam engine. His wind can't be very good.
Tracy Then what?
And you were sort of crooning.
Tracy I never crooned in my life.
I'm only saying what it sounded like. And then he - guess what?
Tracy I couldn't possibly.
Then he just sailed right into your room with you, and that scared me, so I got up and went to your door and peeked in to make sure you were all right. And guess what?
Tracy What?
You were. He was gone by then.
Tracy Gone? Of course he was gone - he was never there!
I know, Tracy.
Tracy Well, I should certainly hope you did.
I'm certainly glad I do, because if I didn't and in a little while I heard the minister say, 'If anyone knows any just cause or reason why these two should not be united in holy matrimony,' I just wouldn't know what to do. Dexter says it's a dream too.
Tracy Dex-, you told Dexter all that?
Not a word. Not a single word. But you know how quick he is.
Tracy Dinah Lord, you little fiend, how can you stand there and...?
Tracy Hello you.
Hello you.
Tracy You look fine.
I feel fine.
Tracy I had a simply wonderful evening. I hope you enjoyed it too.
I enjoyed the last part of it.
Tracy Really? Why especially the last?
Well, Tracy, are you asking me?
Tracy Oh, you mean the swim!...[They laugh together nervously] I did swim, and so forth, didn't we? Mike -
Oh, Tracy, darling...
Tracy Mike -
What can I say to you? Tell me, darling.
Tracy Not anything - don't say anything. And especially not 'darling.'
Then you're going through with it, huh?
Tracy Through with what?
The wedding.
Tracy Why, why shouldn't I?
Well, I made a funny discovery. And in spite of the fact that somebody's up from the bottom, he can still be quite a heel. And even though somebody else is born to the purple, he-he can still be a very nice guy. Boy - I-I'm just repeating what you said last night.
Tracy I said a lot of things last night, it seems.
Okay, no dice. Also, no regrets about last night, huh?
Tracy Why should I have?
Oh Tracy, you're wonderful.
Tracy You don't know what I mean! I'm asking you - tell me straight out - tell me the reason why I should have - have! No - don't.
Tracy I'm such an unholy mess of a girl...But never in my life, not if I live to be a hundred, will I ever forget how you tried to stand me on my feet again.
You - you're in great shape.
Tracy [about Dexter's wedding gift]
It was beautiful - and sweet, Dex.
Yes, yes. She was quite a boat, the True Love, wasn't she?
Tracy Was, and is.
My, she was yar.
Tracy She was yar alright. I wasn't, was I?
Not very. Oh, you were good at the bright work, though.
Tracy I made her shine. Where is she now?
I'm gonna sell it to Ruth Watrous.
Tracy You're gonna sell the True Love, for money?
Sure...Oh well, what's it matter? When you're through with a boat, you're through. Besides, it was only comfortable for two people. Unless you want her.
Tracy No, no I don't want her.
Well, I'm designing another one anyway, along more practical lines.
Tracy What'll you call her?
I thought the True Love II. What do you think?
Tracy Dexter, if you call any boat that, I promise you I'll blow you and it out of the water. I'll tell you what you can call her if you like...in fond remembrance of me, the Easy Virtue.
Shut up, Red! I can't have you thinking things like that about yourself.
Tracy Well, what am I supposed to think when I - Oh I don't know. I don't know anything any more.
That sounds very hopeful, Red. That sounds just fine.
Tracy [reading George's letter to Dexter, Mike, and Liz]
My dear Tracy: I want you to know that you will always be my friend, but your conduct last night was so shocking to my ideals of womanhood...that my attitude toward you and the prospect of a happy and useful life together has been changed materially. Your breach of common decency...
Tracy [George enters, criticising her for reading his letter out loud]
It's only a letter from a friend. They're my friends too. [continues to read] ...certainly entitles me to a full explanation before going through with our proposed marriage. In the light of day, I am sure that you will agree with me. Otherwise, with profound regrets and all best wishes, yours very sincerely...Yes, George, I quite agree with you - in the light of day and the dark of night, for richer, for poorer, for better, for worse, in sickness and in health - and thank you so very much for your good wishes at this time...I wish for your sake, as well as mine, I had an explanation, but unfortunately I've none. You'd better just say, 'Good riddance,' George.
On the very eve of your wedding, an affair with another man.
Kittredge, it may interest you to know that the so-called 'affair' consisted of exactly two kisses and a rather late swim...All of which I thoroughly enjoyed, and the memory of which I wouldn't part with for anything... After which I deposited Tracy on her bed in her room, and promptly returned down here to you two - which doubtless you'll remember.
Tracy Why? Was I so unattractive, so distant, so forbidding, or something - that - ?
Well, this is fine talk, too.
Tracy I'm asking a question.
You were extremely attractive, and as for distant and forbidding, on the contrary. But you also were a little the worse - or the better - for wine, and there are rules about that.
Tracy Thank you, Mike. I think men are wonderful.
We all go haywire at times and if we don't, maybe we ought to.
A man expects his wife to ...
Tracy ...behave herself, naturally.
To behave herself naturally.
If it hadn't been for that drink last night, all this might not have happened.
Tracy Apparently nothing did. What made you think it had?
Well, it didn't take much imagination!
Tracy Not much, perhaps, but just of a certain kind.
It seems you didn't think anything too well of yourself.
Tracy That's the odd thing, George. Somehow I would have hoped that you'd think better of me than I did.
I'm not going to quibble, Tracy. All the evidence was there!
Tracy And I was guilty. Straight off. That is, until I was proved innocent.
Let's let bygones be bygones. What do ya say?
Tracy Yes, and goodbye George...You're too good for me, George. You're a hundred times too good...And I'd make you most unhappy, most - That is, I'd do my best to.
Tracy [after Dexter has proposed]
Dexter, are you sure?
Not in the least. But I'll risk it. Will you?
Tracy You bet! You didn't do it just to soften the blow?
No.
Tracy Nor to save my face?
Oh, it's a nice little face.
Tracy Oh Dexter, I'll be yar now, I promise to be yar.
Be whatever you like, you're my redhead.
Tracy How do I look?
Mr. Lord
Like a queen - like a goddess.
Tracy And do you know how I feel?
Mr. Lord
How?
Tracy Like a human. Like a human being.
Mr. Lord
Do you know how I feel?
Tracy How?
Mr. Lord
Proud.
