Richard Nugent:
Ready boot, let's scoot!
Richard Nugent:
Hi! Mellow greetings, yookie dookie!
Margaret:
You know I'd die for you, only sometimes it's so hard living with you.
Susan:
You're going to make me an old maid.
Margaret:
Only until you're 18.
Matt Beemish:
I'm the court psychiatrist.
Richard Nugent:
Come back in an hour. I'll be crazy by then.
Margaret Turner:
Susan's growing pains are rapidly becoming a major disease.
Richard Nugent:
Hey, you remind me of a man.
Susan Turner:
What man?
Richard Nugent:
Man with the power.
Susan Turner:
What power?
Richard Nugent:
Power of hoodoo.
Susan Turner:
Hoodoo?
Richard Nugent:
You do.
Susan Turner:
Do what?
Richard Nugent:
Remind me of a man...
Matt Beemish:
I couldn't help overhearing. I had my ear to the door.
Agnes Prescott:
Now there's a guy who never goes out of a girl's mind. He just stays there... like a heavy meal.
Judge Margaret Turner:
You could talk the devil into going to church!
Richard (Dick) Nugent:
How'd you get in here?
Matt Beemish:
Well, the door was closed, so I opened it and came right in.
Matt Beemish:
But I've got a plan.
Richard Nugent:
I've had enough of your plans and your whole family.
Richard Nugent:
Thank you, Your Honor, may I go?
Judge Margaret Turner:
You've just got here, don't you like our court?
Susan:
Well, my attitude is that one female judge in the family is enough.
Richard Nugent:
Did you say that your name was Turner?
Susan:
That's right! My sister is Judge Margaret Turner.
Richard Nugent:
Nice to have met the family, bye.
Matt Beemish:
As Menninger clearly points out, traumatic events...
Richard Nugent:
[
interrupting] The only traumatic event she needs is a good smack in the jaw!
Matt Beemish:
She's my niece... but you're absolutely right.
Richard Nugent:
[
Jerry is sitting in his car in front of the Turner house] Jerry, what are you doing out here? Why don't you go inside?
Jerry White:
I'm not welcome. I'm a square in Susan's social circle.
Richard Nugent:
Nonsense, I'm sure Susan doesn't know you're out here.
Jerry White:
She put me here.
Richard Nugent:
Oh.
Joey:
[
Susan arrives at their table in a rage] Is this your daughter, Judge?
Richard Nugent:
[
shocked that he'd insinuate Margaret is old enough to have a teenage daughter] It's her sister!
Joey:
Funny, you look enough alike to be mother and daughter!
Margaret:
[
annoyed] Sisters look alike too.
Agnes Prescott:
I hate my sister.
Waiter at Tick Tock Club:
[
to Nugent after he has been yelled at, insulted, slapped, had champagne tossed in his face and been stuck with the check] Can I get you anything else, sir?
Richard Nugent:
For instance?
Susan:
Have you ever married?
Richard Nugent:
No.
Susan:
Have you ever been in love?
Richard Nugent:
Yes I have. Tell me what kind of paper does this school run?
Susan:
Oh, all the students read it.
Richard Nugent:
I'll bet they do.
Susan:
Did you have many ordeals before you became a success?
Richard Nugent:
No, I...
Susan:
You can talk to me. I want you to think of me, not as a newspaper woman, but as a friend.
Richard Nugent:
Well, in that case, I'll tell you. I did suffer. When I was 10, my mother and father had a double suicide pack, they made it. I was sent to an orphanage. Some days they didn't beat me. Then one night I escaped, I ran away to New York. I used to steal.
Susan:
What did you steal?
Richard Nugent:
Beg your pardon?
Susan:
What did you steal?
Richard Nugent:
Crusts of bread... and things. One time I stole a valise. There were paints and paintbrushes inside. So I began to paint. Then they got me. I was sent to a reform school, but I escaped again.
Susan:
Go on.
Richard Nugent:
Back to new York. A weathly society lady saw my work, fell in love with me and sent me to art school. The rest is history.
Susan:
How Wonderful. How terribly wonderful.
Richard Nugent:
Could we do this some other time? I've got a date.
Susan:
Then you're not married?
Richard Nugent:
No.
Susan:
I knew you weren't. You just couldn't be.
Richard Nugent:
Oh I've had some offers.
Susan:
Have you ever thought of me as a model?
Margaret:
I can't honestly say that I have. Why?
Susan:
Dickie wants me to pose for him.
Margaret:
Oh, isn't that nice... DICKIE?
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