I Live My Life (1935)

Brian Aherne: Terry

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• Terry , Kay Bentley : There's only one thing I dislike more than yachts.

  Kay Bentley : And, what's that?

  Terry : Well, frankly, people off yachts.

• Terry : Young lady, do you realize I'm having more trouble in getting rid of you than I had in locating and digging up that statue?

• Terry : Max, get the young lady's mule.

  Max : What mule?

  Terry : The young lady's leaving.

  Max : What, uh, the young lady's mule. She ain't got one, boss.

  Max : Oh, but I must have.

  Terry : Where did you tie the mule?

  Kay Bentley : I didn't tie hm. I thought he'd just lay around.

• Terry : They thought I was hopelessly batty.

  Kay Bentley : So do I.

  Terry : And, so do I. But crazy or not, here I am, and I am happy.

• Terry , Kay Bentley : A mule doesn't just lay around.

  Kay Bentley : All right, then, what does he do?

  Terry : I don't know, I'm not a mule

  Kay Bentley : Certainly had me fooled.

• Kay Bentley : You know, I think I like archaeology.

  Terry : Do you know anything about it?

  Kay Bentley : I can learn.

• Terry : If you wanted to cause trouble, you're too late. We've got the statue out

• Kay Bentley : You're not very hospitable, are you?

  Terry : Well, this is not an amusement park, you know.

• Kay Bentley : Well, I'm not really a visitor.

  Terry : Oh, a native, perhaps?

  Kay Bentley : No, wrong again. I'm from that yacht over there.

  Terry : over there. Terry: Oh, well I beg your pardon. Of course, being off a yacht understandably entitles you to the keys of the city.

• Terry : [Carrying Kay down the hill]  Well, I think we'll rest awhile, I'm tired.

  Kay Bentley : Sissy!

  Terry , Kay Bentley : Sissy!

  [He picks her up and starts running down the hill] 

  Kay Bentley : Oh, wait a minute now. Hey!

  [She complains all the way down] 

• Terry : You know the trouble with you? You're caste conscious.

• Kay Bentley : Oh, is that a Geek statue?

  Terry : Yes, by Persepholes, I hope.

• Kay Bentley : I merely told you what I am.

  Terry : Well, stop being what you are. All these pretty words don't mean anything. All this stuff about 'I am what I am and I cannot do anything about it' doesn't fool me for a minute.

  Kay Bentley : I assure you, I am not trying to fool you for a minute. And I haven't the slightest desire to make you think better or worse of me.

• Gene : Nice crowd.

  Terry : Uh, yes. A lot of people here.

  Gene : Oh, not many. Most of 'em have left.

  Terry : Oh, is that so?

  Gene : Yes... most of them have gone home.

  Terry : Heh... still a lot left, though.

  Gene : Uh, not many.

• Terry : Then, why dd you come here?

  Kay Bentley : It must've been something I ate for supper last night.

  Terry : No doubt! Goodbye!

  Kay Bentley : Goodbye!

  Terry : For the last time, I hope.

  Kay Bentley : You can count on that.

  Terry : I intend to.

  Kay Bentley : Good!

• Terry : [Entering the room, dressed in white tie and with an intentionally snobbish air]  Ahem!

  Gene : And just then, in walks what the best-dressed men should wear.

  Terry : Your lapels are too long. Where did you have that suit made?

  Gene : My London tailor made this.

  Terry : Oh, and where were you at the time? Uh, also, your trousers are not supposed to break over the instep.

  Gene : How would you know?

  Terry : Uh, your American tailor told me. He also said it was a pleasure to make trousers for a man who didn't have any hips.

  Kay Bentley : How do you do it, diet?

  Terry : Polo! Hardly a day passes, I don't play my 18 holes of polo.

• Terry : I came all the way from Greece to see you. I was an idiot. Frankly, you're not worth walking from here to the corner for.

  Kay Bentley : [Starting to get up]  Then why don't you walk right out of here?

  Terry : [Pushing her back down]  Sit down!

• Terry : You know, you're probably not an unusual type. I just saw a whole room full of people like you. And I guess there must be thousands more in the world. Selfish, thoughtless spoiled, worthless people without a thought to the world around them.

• Outer Office Secretary : This is Miss Morrison.

  Terry : I'm sorry, but it's not.

  Ann : I'm Miss Morrison.

  Terry : I mean Miss Ann Morrison.

  Ann : I am Miss Ann Morrison.

  Terry : Well, I'm very sorry, but you see, I know Miss Ann Morrison.

  Ann : Wait a minute --- is your name Pyg?

  Terry : Well, yes, uh.

  Ann : [Retrieving a pile of telegrams from a desk drawer]  Then you're the one who's been sending me all these wires.

• Terry : Tell me, have you ever been punched right in the nose?

  Kay Bentley : No.

  Terry : [Pushing her into a chair]  Sit down!

  Grove : [Appearing through a door]  Did you ring, Miss Kay?

  Kay Bentley : [Getting up from the chair]  I certainly did.

  Terry : [Pushing her back down]  Sit down! No one rang.

  Grove : [Smiling and leaving the rom]  Thank you, sir.

• Gene : Hello, darling.

  Kay Bentley : Hello.

  Gene : Well, here's old medicine man Gene with his Dr. Piper's Indian remedy for man and beast.

  Kay Bentley : Gene, this is Mr. O'Neill. Mr. O'Neill, Mr. Piper.

  Terry : How do you do.

  Gene : Have a drink?

  Terry : No thanks

  Gene : Just have your tonsils out?

  Terry : No thanks, I just don't want one.

• Undetermined Role : Polo's beginning to be almost like golf. The first thing you know, there'll be public playing fields.

  Kay Bentley : Oh, it's getting so anyone with eight of 10 ponies can play the game now, don't you think so, Mr. O'Neill?

  Terry : Oh, I don't think you need fear of overcrowding, Miss Bentley. There are millions of people in this country who, if they had one pony, they'd eat it.

  Undetermined Role : I beg your pardon.

  Terry : Oh, that's all right.

• Lois, Girl at the Party : How do you ever find these statues? You don't just dig around, do you?

  Terry : No, no. There's very little guesswork about it. Before any digging can be done, there must be months, and perhaps years of historical and geographical research. Oh, and then there are all sort of elements to consider - the season of the year, and the geological strata, and the...

  Lois, Girl at the Party : And, how terribly fascinating, but interesting. Goodbye, Kay.

  Kay Bentley : Goodbye, darling.

  Lois, Girl at the Party : And thank you, Mr. O'Neill, it's been lovely learning all about archaeology.

• Terry : I believe you meant what you just said.

  Kay Bentley : I do.

  Terry : Then why not do something about it?

  Kay Bentley : Aw, I can't.

  Terry : Whadda ya mean you can't?

  Kay Bentley : I just can't - that's the way I am.

  Terry : Oh, stop talking like that. It's so weak. 'I know I'm a spoiled little brat but I can't do anything about it.' You mean, you won't.

• Terry : Well, I guess there must be thousands of people like me in the world too. Ordinary people. Without much weight. Silly enough to be honest with each other. They might feel sorry for having done what you've done. They might even apologize. But, you think you're right. That's why it's silly for me to talk...

• Mrs. O.H.B. Gage, Kay's Grandmother : What do your parents do?

  Terry : My father was a swindler, my grandfather was a horse thief, and my great grandfather was hung for piracy.

  Mrs. O.H.B. Gage, Kay's Grandmother : Hmm. Good stock.

• Kay Bentley : [On long distance telephone call]  Terry, can you forgive me for the other night?

  Terry : You wanna be forgiven? I forgive you.

  Kay Bentley : Can you forget it?

  Terry : No

  Kay Bentley : But, I didn't mean it

  Terry : Well, that makes everything fine, doesn't it?

  Kay Bentley : Well, I, I did mean it, but there was nothing else I could do. I can't explain over the telephone, but please try to forget what I did and what I said. I love you, Terry, and I'll always love you. Please believe me.

  Terry : [Excitedly]  Kay! Where are you?

  Kay Bentley : Never mind where I am. You stay where you are. I'll be in tomorrow. Please don't run away. No, I can't make it tonight. Goodbye, darling, I love you.

• Kay Bentley : She knows you're here now, and if I run away with you, she'll never forgive me.

  Terry : Oh, can we depend on that?

• Terry : Who are you?

  Gallup : My name is Gallup, sir.

  Betty : [Lying on the sofa]  People have the funniest names in Connecticut.

• Kay Bentley : Oh, Terry we need her.

  Terry : For what? To frighten our children?

• Brumbaugh : But, Mrs. Gage says that...

  Terry : I didn't come here after Mrs. Gage, I came here after Miss Bentley.

• Terry : I don't wanna be paid for marrying you.

• Terry : Your grandmother has something to do with everything. She's the most meddlesome, bigoted, old tyrant that ever forgot to mind her own business.

  Kay Bentley : Why, Terry after all, she, she is my grandmother.

  Terry : Now, let's get this one thing straight about that old battle ax. As far as her money and her orders ae concerned, I don't want any part of either of 'em.

• Terry : I wouldn't kowtow to that old witch for one bent penny.

• Terry : Digging up lost civilizations is not important. The important thing to do is incorporate southern Indiana. It's no fun to stand on a hilltop at night and look at the moon and count the stars. You don't know what fun it is to sit behind a desk, with a stiff collar on, and look at the walls closing in on you.

• Kay Bentley : Well, you show up at the church, and I won't. That way I can just say I didn't want to marry you.

  Terry : Oh, I see. And then I can be the laughing stock.

  Kay Bentley : Oh, you won't mind that much in Naxos.

  Terry : I wouldn't mind it much on the corner of Fifth Avenue and 43nd Street. The opinion of what you call the world doesn't mean a thing to me, no matter where I am.

• Terry : And this is a dictograph. By flipping these levers, I can talk to practically anybody I want to talk to.

  Professor : I couldn't think of that many people I'd want to talk to. But it's wonderful.

• Clerk : Here, sign this please.

  Terry : But I, I already signed it.

  Clerk : You signed the ones for southern Indiana. These are the papers for northern Indiana.

  Terry : Oh, I see.

• Terry : I can have things done for me, but that's not what I want. I want to do things myself. I, I don't care whether I have three dollars or three million. I cannot sit behnd a desk and worry about southern Indiana when I just wanna be in Naxos just plain digging.

  Kay Bentley : Well, I don't want to be in Naxos, just plain digging. What am I supposed to do, scrape your shovels for you? Or make necklaces out of rocks so you can sell them to the tourists?

• Clerk : You must have had a great deal of experience at this type of work to have gotten a vice presidency.

  Terry : Oh, no, no. Just a trip to Connecticut.

  Clerk : A trip... thank you.

• Professor : You've certainly come a long way from being an archaeologist, Terry.

  Terry : [Feigning pomposity]  I certainly have. You see that room. That's my personal bathroom. If I want to take a bath at any time of day, all I have to do is just go in there and take it.

  Professor : In Naxos, you stood under a tub with holes in it while Max poured water.

  Terry : That was good enough for me in Greece. I was only a scientist then. But now, I'm a vice president.

• Terry : You're asking me, as your husband, to give up every interest I have in the world, and to lead a life that's stupid, dull and loathsome to me. Well, I can't do it. I won't do it.

  Kay Bentley : All right. If everything I stand for is stupid and dull and loathsome to you, for Pete's sake, don't marry me.

  Terry : All right, I won't.

  Kay Bentley : Oh, yes you will. You're not going to jilt me and make me the laughing stock of the world.

  Terry : There'll be no jilting about it. We just won't show up at the church.

• Terry : Do you realize what could be done with all the money that you waste on manicures - hundreds of dollars a year?

  Kay Bentley : What do you mean, hundreds? Thousands! Eighty-three thousand dollars a nail. And my eyebrows, ah ah, that runs into real money. Hand-plucked every Thursday. And, what of it? It's my money and I can spend it on shoe butts or peanuts or baseball bats, if I like. And it's my life, and I'll live it the way I want - upside down, or catty-corner, or sliding down a pole.