I Love You, Alice B. Toklas! (1968)
Jo Van Fleet: Mrs. Fine - Harold's mother
Quotes
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Mrs. Fine : What is this? Who is this? What is this? Is this one of your new friends? Shame on you. Go on a diet!
Crying hippie : All I eat is grass and acid.
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Mrs. Fine : I loved him like a brother.
Mrs. Foley : I know. I loved him like a husband.
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Mrs. Fine : What kind of meshuggenah outfit is this?
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Joyce : Harold? I didn't see you all day.
Harold Fine : Well, I was very tired after the funeral, you know.
[Joyce kisses Harold]
Harold Fine : My mother's in there.
Joyce : Oh, let's live dangerously, huh?
Mrs. Fine : [from the other room] Plenty of time for that after the wedding.
Harold Fine : I told you so.
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Joyce : Look, I found some brownies.
Father : They look fresh baked.
Mrs. Fine : Do you have saccharine, Harold?
Joyce : Oh, I have some in my purse.
Joyce : Oh, you're a darling. Thank you. Well, looks like a nice brownie, Harold. From Rubins?
Harold Fine : I don't remember. A small bakery on Fairfax.
Mrs. Fine : Mmm. Mmm. Better than Rubins.
Father : Better than Rubins? That's a brownie!
Joyce : This is delicious.
Harold Fine : Mmm. They're very good. They're - they're groovy.
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Mrs. Fine : So how's the family?
Gas Station Attendant : Well, to tell you the truth, Mrs. Fine, l've been having a little trouble with my daughter.
Mrs. Fine : Why? What's the matter?
Gas Station Attendant : Well, about a month ago she ran off to San Francisco with a white boy. My wife's going crazy.
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Mrs. Fine : Oh, brownies!
Harold Fine : Hey, don't eat those, Ma. They're Alice B. Toklas brownies.
Mrs. Fine : I love you, Alice B. Toklas! Who is Alice B. Toklas?
Harold Fine : Gertrude Stein's friend.
Mrs. Fine : Oh, yeah, Gertrude Stein. She used to live on Oakwood.
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Mrs. Fine : [weeping] 61 years old and they took him!
Harold Fine : [breaking down] My father! My poor sweet father!
Mrs. Fine : [bewildered] What father? No, Mr. Foley. Ed Foley the butcher. He had a coronary.
Harold Fine : [enraged] What are you're trying to do to me? You tell me a 61 year old man has just died! I thought it was Papa!
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Mrs. Fine : Harold, you'll come to the funeral? And bring your brother. Bring Herbie.
Harold Fine : I don't know where Herbie is. I haven't seen him in 3 months.
Mrs. Fine : Herbie! He's with the bums in Venice.