The Sky's the Limit (I) (1943)

Joan Leslie: Joan Manion

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Quotes 

• Joan Manion : You know, purely in a sociological way, you interest me. A little.

  Fred Atwell : Well, it's a beginning, isn't it?

  Joan Manion : Don't get me wrong! What interests me is this passion you seem to have for having your picture taken.

  Fred Atwell : Let's talk it over.

  [to bartender] 

  Fred Atwell : I'll have the same, please.

  Joan Manion : You know, I'm supposed to be taking pictures of celebrities.

  Fred Atwell : Couldn't I be the fellow who never gets his name mentioned? The one they call 'a friend'? You know: 'Ginger Rogers - and friend.'

  Joan Manion : It's possible but extremely improbable.

• Joan Manion : [Fred and Joan have just finished a dance number]  Where did you learn to dance like that?

  Fred Atwell : Arthur Murray.

• Joan Manion : Why don't I get to go to London or China?

  Fred Atwell : Why not?

  Joan Manion : Sure, why not? I have brains, I have, eh, talent.

  Phil Harriman : And beauty. Don't overlook that.

  Joan Manion : Oh, you can't sidetrack the issue with that palaver. Now, why didn't I get sent over there?

  Phil Harriman : 'Cause I like you here. Beside, you're a girl.

  Joan Manion : Margaret Bourke-White went to Russia.

  Phil Harriman : Well, I don't happen to be in love with Margaret Bourke-White.

• Fred Atwell : [singing]  You're lonesome, I'm stranded

  Joan Manion : You're truthful, I'm candid, And we're both left-handed

  Fred Atwell : I seem to have a lot in common with you

  Joan Manion : You slay me, I floor you

  Fred Atwell : You vex me, I bore you.

  Joan Manion : But I can't ignore you

  Joan Manion , Fred Atwell : We seem to have a lot in common, We two...

• Joan Manion : That's that. I hereby inform you that I've photographed my last highball.

• Joan Manion : For a minute, I thought you were going to be on the level. I must be slipping.

  Fred Atwell : Slippery times.

• Fred Atwell : Relax, will ya? You're not as tough as all that. You're just a little unhappy because you're not doing what you want to do. Why don't you just go ahead and do it?

  Joan Manion : Don't tempt me.

• Joan Manion : Well, if I'm going to Russia, I'd better hurry home and start learning Russian.

• Joan Manion : [singing]  In my dreams, your face will flower, Through the darkness of the night...

• Joan Manion : May I ask why?

  Fred Atwell : You're entitled to the question.

  Joan Manion : Well - why?

  Fred Atwell : Why?

  Joan Manion : That's what I'm asking.

  Fred Atwell : Oh, I don't know. Why does a kid go around kicking a tin can? Why do owls stay up so late? How should I know? It's just one of those things.

• Joan Manion : What were you born with?

  Fred Atwell : Nothing much. Freedom, maybe.

  Joan Manion : Freedom?

  Fred Atwell : Yes, like you. Freedom for anything. To be anything you want to be, somebody - or nobody. Me? Right now I want to be nobody.

• Joan Manion : Ooooh! I'm screwball, huh?

• Joan Manion : Isn't there anything you ever wanted enough to get out and work and fight for?

  Fred Atwell : Eat your egg.

  Joan Manion : Well, you have to fight to get anything, don't you believe that?

  Fred Atwell : No.

  Joan Manion : What do you believe?

  Fred Atwell : Sometimes you have to fight to keep something. I believe that.

• Joan Manion : What are you doing here?

  Fred Atwell : Well, I thought the darkroom would be a great place to - pitch a little woo.

  Joan Manion : You'll pitch no woo at me!

• Joan Manion : Oh, I sing if they need me. Or serve, wash dishes, anything. Tonight, I'll probably yodel.

• Joan Manion : [singing]  Where's Cagney?

  Fred Atwell : Where's Hayworth?

• Fred Atwell : [singing]  You'd better start stripping

  Joan Manion : My zipper ain't zipping...

• Joan Manion : Once, he got off on the love life of a polyp.

• Joan Manion : Please, don't be - fresh.

  Fred Atwell : I'll try.

• Fred Atwell : Oh. Oh.

  Joan Manion : Is that all you've got to say? "Oh"?

• Joan Manion : I know what we need. A little fresh air. Champagne. I believe there's some out here on the terrace. Oh, yes. Ah, isn't it perfect? Isn't it beautiful? Just look at that city. Look at the sky. Look at that moon! Ahh. You know, this is the kind of night that doesn't belong to your life. You could just do anything and it wouldn't count.

  [pours two glasses of Champagne] 

  Joan Manion : I always like to drink the first one fast. Then - sip the next one. Don't you?

  Fred Atwell : Come on, now. What's back of all this?

  Joan Manion : Well, I just want to make sure that you'll - never forget, darling.

• Fred Atwell : Tonight, I think I shall get slightly inebriated.

  Joan Manion : I think you won't.

  Fred Atwell : No stinkeroo?

  Joan Manion : No stinkeroo.

  Fred Atwell : Oh, gee.

• Joan Manion : Dance?

  Phil Harriman : Well, no, but it'd be a pleasure to try.

• Phil Harriman : Sometimes I don't understand myself.

  Joan Manion : You, too?

  Phil Harriman : Why should I do anything for him?

  Joan Manion : Oh, I thought perhaps you were doing it for me.

• Joan Manion : Philip, please don't baby me. Why don't you say "I told you so"? Why don't you tell me what a sap I've been?

• Phil Harriman : I'll meet you at LaGuardia at three o'clock.

  Joan Manion : All right.

  Phil Harriman : I'll be the fat man with the - broken heart.