Rupert Cadell: You're quite a good chicken strangler as I recall.
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Quotes from James Stewart movies and TV shows - page 5 of 6
Brandon: But why should I want to come back?
Phillip: Yes, why?
Brandon: For the pleasure of our company, or another drink?
Rupert Cadell: That's a very good idea. May I have one for the road?
Rupert Cadell: Did you think you were God, Brandon?
Rupert Cadell: Well, well, well, Kenneth Lawrence, how you've grown.
Kenneth: Hello, uh, Mr.
Rupert Cadell: Come on, Ken. School's out, you can say it.
Kenneth: Rupert, you're the same as ever. It's awfully good to see you again.
Rupert Cadell: Why?
Alfred Kralik: There might be a lot we don't know about each other. You know, people seldom go to the trouble of scratching the surface of things to find the inner truth.
Klara Novak (Miss Novak): Well I really wouldn't care to scratch your surface, Mr. Kralik, because I know exactly what I'd find. Instead of a heart, a hand-bag. Instead of a soul, a suitcase. And instead of an intellect, a cigarette lighter... which doesn't work.
Klara Novak (Miss Novak): All my knowledge came from books, and I'd just finished a novel about a glamorous French actress from the Comedie Francaise. That's the theater in France. When she wanted to arouse a man's interest, she treated him like a dog.
Alfred Kralik: Yes, well, you treated me like a dog.
Klara Novak (Miss Novak): Yes, but instead of licking my hand, you barked.
Alfred Kralik: Flora, take a letter. Ah... To whom it may concern. Mr. Vadas has been in the employ of Matuschek and Company for the last two years, during which he has been very efficient as a stool pigeon, a troublemaker, and a rat.
Ferenc Vadas: Now look here.
Alfred Kralik: And if he doesn't clear out of here he's going to get a punch in the nose! Yours very truly, Alfred Kralik, Manager, Matuschek and Company.
Alfred Kralik: Now if I were a girl and had to choose between a young good-for-nothing with plenty of hair and a good, solid, mature citizen, I'd pick Mathias Popkin every time.
Lt. Col. Robert 'Dutch' Holland: You got any kids?
Sgt. Bible: Yep, two. One on the ramp, one in the hangar.
Monty Stratton: Honey, do you know there's a tailor in Chicago that gives a suit of clothes away to any ballplayer that hits the scoreboard in center field? As of yesterday the New York Yankees are the best dressed team in baseball.
Monty Stratton: Nah, I'm through gambling. Well, I found out what it's like to lose, and what it's like to win. Why keep at it?
Monty Stratton: Boy, I took so many dancing lessons through the season, it's a wonder I've even got strength enough to pitch.
Monty Stratton: Look at that road! I used to do ten miles on that road like it was nothin' - just to pitch a game! Now I can hardly reach it, let alone walk on it.
Scottie: What's this doohickey?
Midge: It's a brassiere! You know about those things, you're a big boy now.
Scottie: I've never run across one like that.
Midge: It's brand new. Revolutionary up-lift: No shoulder straps, no back straps, but it does everything a brassiere should do. Works on the principle of the cantilevered bridge.
Scottie: It does?
Midge: An aircraft engineer down the peninsula designed it; he worked it out in his spare time.
Scottie: Kind of a hobby, a do-it-yourself kind of thing!
Scottie: You shouldn't keep souvenirs of a killing. You shouldn't have been that sentimental.
Scottie: One final thing I have to do... And then I'll be free of the past.
Lin McAdam: Say, ah, about these Indians. It seems like they hardly ever attack at night.
Sgt. Wilkes: Why?
Lin McAdam: Well, they figure if they are killed in the dark, the Great Spirit can't find their souls and whip 'em up into heaven... or something like that.
High Spade: Did you ever wonder what he'd think about you hunting down Dutch Henry?
Lin McAdam: He'd understand. He taught me to hunt.
High Spade: Not men. Hunting for food, that's all right. Hunting a man to kill him? You're beginning to like it.
Lin McAdam: That's where you're wrong. I don't like it. Some things a man has to do, so he does 'em.