You Know in So Some Ways Youre Far Superior to My Cocker Spaniel

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• Phil Davis : My love partner, when what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting, whatever information technology is yous've got left.

  Bob Wallace : When I effigy out what that ways I'll come upward with a crushing respond.

• Phil Davis : I want you lot to get married. I want you to accept ix children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each child, that's 40-five minutes, and I'd at to the lowest degree have time to get out and go a massage or something.

  Bob Wallace : Y'all don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters yous and Rita have been throwing at me, do y'all?

  Phil Davis : Well, at that place've been some prissy girls, too, you know.

  Bob Wallace : Oh yeah, yeah. Like that nuclear scientist nosotros just met out in the hall.

  Phil Davis : All correct, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith.

  Bob Wallace : Get to Smith? She couldn't even spell it.

  Phil Davis : Oh, that's very funny. Ho, ho, ho. The crooner is now condign the comic.

• Phil Davis : How much is "wow"?

  Bob Wallace : It's right in between, uh, betwixt "ouch" and "boing".

  Phil Davis : Wow!

• Phil Davis : How can a guy THAT ugly have the nerve to have sisters?

  Bob Wallace : Very brave parents, I judge.

• Phil Davis : We wouldn't be any good as generals.

  Gen. Thomas F. Waverly : You weren't whatsoever good as privates

• Phil Davis : It's cozier, isn't it? Male child, girl, boy, girl?

• Phil Davis : [describing his kind to Judy] Well, I'g, uh, more the 'I-don't-mind-pushing-my-all-time-friend-into-merely-I'm-scared-stiff-when-I-get-anywhere-close-to-information technology-myselfing' kind.

• Gen. Thomas F. Waverly : Why here?

  Bob Wallace : Well, y'all got this overnice big empty ski social club, and the minute Phil and I saw information technology, we thought it was platonic, didn't nosotros, Phil?

  Phil Davis : Uh, that's right, Bob, ideal. That's exactly the word nosotros used, too - ideal. We looked at this big ski lodge and we said "Isn't information technology ideal, absolutely, ideal," didn't we?

  Bob Wallace : Ideal.

  Gen. Thomas F. Waverly : We've established the fact the guild is platonic.

• Phil Davis : Requite me one reason, one skillful reason, why we should spend our final two hours in Florida looking at the sisters of Freckle-Face Haynes, the canis familiaris-faced boy.

  Bob Wallace : Let's just say we're doing it for a pal in the ground forces, huh?

  Phil Davis : Well, it'south not skilful, but it's a reason.

• Betty Haynes : [finding Judy and Phil embracing] What is this? The all-time ii outta three?

  Judy Haynes : I guess I got carried away.

  Phil Davis : Aye, she carried me correct with her - I don't weigh very much.

• Phil Davis : We like to take intendance of our friends.

  Betty Haynes : We're practically strangers!

  Phil Davis : Well... well, nosotros'd like to take intendance of that, too.

  Judy Haynes : Only... only y'all might go yourself in an awful jam. Why should you? I mean, what'south in it for you?

  Phil Davis : Forty-5 minutes all to myself.

• [Bob leaves to go make a phone call]

  Phil Davis : [sighs] I don't know what he'due south upwardly to, just he's got that Rodgers and Hammerstein await again.

  Betty Haynes : Is that bad?

  Phil Davis : Dandy, merely e'er expensive.

• Bob Wallace : Oh, Phil, when are you gonna learn that girls like that are a dime a dozen?

  Phil Davis : Delight, don't quote me the price when I haven't got the fourth dimension.

• [after Bob has plant out well-nigh Phil and Judy's phony engagement]

  Judy Haynes : Well, ib... ib... ib... It'south always that she's been kind of a mother hen.

  Phil Davis : Yeah, we wanted the female parent hen to leave the roost and so that the little chick could... Oh, I guess we laid an egg.

  Bob Wallace : An egg? Brother, you laid a Vermont volleyball!

• [after kissing Judy]

  Phil Davis : You know, in some ways, you're far superior to my cocker spaniel.

• Phil Davis : [describing his injury after "falling downwardly the stairs"] Information technology's probably just a small internal muscular hemorrhage, sir.

• Bob Wallace : Well, I've got a feeling I'm non gonna like it.

  Phil Davis : I got a feeling yous're gonna hate it.

  Bob Wallace : Well, what am I doin' information technology for?

  Phil Davis : Let'south just say nosotros're...

  Bob Wallace , Phil Davis : [together] ... doing it for an old pal in the regular army..

• Phil Davis , Bob Wallace : [singing "Gee I Wish I Was Back In The Army"] A soldier out of luck / Was actually never stuck / There's always someone college up where you can pass the buck / Oh, gee, I wish I was dorsum in the ground forces.

• Phil Davis : [to the Haynes sisters] Mr. Wallace was simply proverb how remarkable information technology was that Benny Haynes' sisters should have eyes...

  Phil Davis : [voice cracks] ... I-I-I mean, blue optics. That is eyes, uh...

  Bob Wallace : Prissy out.

• Phil Davis : [Looking at Judy; to Bob] Hey, how about those large brown eyes?

  Bob Wallace : [Looking at Betty] No, they're blueish.

  Phil Davis : [Nonetheless looking at Judy] Chocolate-brown.

  Bob Wallace : [Yet looking at Betty] Unh-uh, blue.

  Phil Davis : [Follows Bob's gaze and sees Betty] Oh, aye. *Deep* bluish.

• Phil Davis : [about Bob's idea to assistance the General] I call up information technology's impossible, ridiculous and insane!

  Bob Wallace : Anything else?

  Phil Davis : Yeah, I wish I'd thought of information technology first.

• Judy Haynes : [about Betty] Last night, she couldn't sleep; today, she won't consume: she's in love.

  Phil Davis : Well, if that's dear, somebody goofed.

• Judy Haynes : Nosotros're booked for the holidays.

  Phil Davis : Vermont, huh?

  Judy Haynes : Oh, Vermont should be beautiful this fourth dimension of the yr, with all that snow.

  Phil Davis : Aye, yous know something?

  Judy Haynes : What?

  Phil Davis : Vermont should be beautiful this time of the yr, all that snowfall.

  Judy Haynes : That's what I just said.

  Phil Davis : Nosotros seem to exist getting a petty mixed up.

  Judy Haynes : Maybe it's the music.

  Phil Davis : Perhaps it isn't simply the music.

• Phil Davis : [singing 'Choreography'] Through the air they keep flight, like a duck that is dying. Instead of trip the light fantastic toe, it'south choreography.

• Bob Wallace : Oh, no. You wouldn't practice this to me.

  Phil Davis : Wouldn't do what?

  Bob Wallace : After y'all dressed me up similar a dame...

• Phil Davis : [after performing "Sisters"] Hey, we're a smash. Let'southward take a bow!

  Bob Wallace : Y'all crazy? We'll be takin' a bow down at the jail house. Come on.

• Judy Haynes : [after creating her phony engagement with Phil] But, don't you lot call back nosotros ought to... oh... buss or something?

  Phil Davis : [Plain nervous] Uh... n-n-non until it's admittedly necessary.

• Betty Haynes : Mr. Basic? Mr. Bones? How do you feel, Mr. Bones?

  Phil Davis : Rattlin'!

  Betty Haynes : Mr. Bones feels rattlin'. Ha ha. That'southward a good ane. Tell a little story, Mr. Basic.

  Bob Wallace : A funny lilliputian story, Mr. Bones!

  Phil Davis : How can you cease an angry canis familiaris from biting you on Monday?

  Betty Haynes : That joke is old. The answer is to kill the dog on Sunday!

  Phil Davis : That's non the fashion to stop a dog from biting you on Monday!

  Betty Haynes : How would you bring the thing nigh?

  Phil Davis : Accept the doggy's teeth pulled out!

  Betty Haynes : Oh, Mr. Basic, that's terrible!

  Phil Davis : Uh-huh.

  Betty Haynes , Bob Wallace : Yes, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!

  Phil Davis : Uh-huh.

• Phil Davis : [nigh the train tickets] I don't seem to have them. Maybe you got 'em, Bob.

  Bob Wallace : ME? Yous crazy? I saw you put 'em in your pocket.

  Phil Davis : Well, they're gone. There're gone. I must accept left 'em in my girdle.

• Phil Davis : Imagine a daughter in show business today wanting to settle down and raising a family. It'southward so refreshing, isn't it?

  Bob Wallace : [into his water drinking glass] Pushing, pushing.

• Phil Davis , Judy Haynes : [singing] Fifty-fifty guys with two left feet come out all right if the girl is sweet.

• Judy Haynes : [nearly Betty] Mm-mm, but I got a flash for you.

  Phil Davis : What?

  Judy Haynes : She's a existent deadening mover.

  Phil Davis : Dear, I got a flash correct back for ya: She'due south in there with the champ.

• Phil Davis : Gosh, I promise I can take the electric blanket back.

  Bob Wallace : Where y'all got that?

  Phil Davis : Under the underwear.

  Bob Wallace : Oh, you'll go a nice tan.

• Bob Wallace : We ate, and and then he ate. We slept, so he slept.

  Phil Davis : Yeah, then he woke upward and nobody slept for xl-eight hours.

• Phil Davis : [Buying train tickets] Uh, I don't seem to have any cash.

  Bob Wallace : What did yous practice with THAT, go out it in your snood?

• Bob Wallace : Hey, Davis! How you feelin'?

  Phil Davis : Oh, pretty good, Captain.

  Bob Wallace : I merely dropped by to cheers for saving my life.

  Phil Davis : Well, information technology was a life worth saving, sir.

• Doris : [after Phil and Judy announce their date at the political party] I certain wish it would happen to me.

  Phil Davis : Yeah, I do, also.

• Phil Davis : Permit'southward face it, Bob. You lot're a lonely, miserable man.

  Bob Wallace : What?

• Bob Wallace : Well, interruption your arm, or your ankle or your cervix simply don't break anything valuable, huh?

  Phil Davis : Okay, Bob. You can depend on me.

• Phil Davis : Because you're a miserable, lonely, unhappy man.

  Bob Wallace : Oh, you lot're wacky. I'k a very happy man.

  Phil Davis : Well, then you're happy for the wrong reasons and that'southward the same equally being lonely and miserable except it'southward worse.

• [last lines]

  Phil Davis , Bob Wallace , Betty Haynes , Judy Haynes : [singing] ... And may all your Christmases be white. MERRY CHRISTMAS!

• Phil Davis : Isn't this cozy? Male child-daughter, daughter-boy.

• Judy Haynes : She's always felt that she's Female parent Hen and I'm her little chick. She'll never go out the roost until I'm taken care of.

  Phil Davis : That'southward funny. Are you certain?

  Judy Haynes : Oh, I've should have known. She'll never get involved with anyone until I'm married or engaged or something.

  Phil Davis : Well, I guess that's the end of that.

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