Maytime in Mayfair (1949)
Michael Wilding: Michael Gore-Brown
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Quotes
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Michael Gore-Brown : I'll just get with the manager and tell him I'm selling the place out.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : It won't be a manager, you know?
Michael Gore-Brown : What'll it be then?
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : A manageress.
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Michael Gore-Brown : [Clowning with Henry] Henry!
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Yeah?
Michael Gore-Brown : Is my slip showing?
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : What?
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Michael Gore-Brown : Excuse me, are you the manageress?
Lady Manbury-Logan-Manbury : Do I look like the manageress?
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Michael Gore-Brown : [as Lady Manbury walks off in a huff] I mean, I'm so sorry that no one ever insulted you before.
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Eileen Grahame : It might interest you to know that her name is Lady Manbury-Logan-Manbury.
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh. It may interest you to know that my name is mud.
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Eileen Grahame : Come this way. What is your name besides mud?
Michael Gore-Brown : Michael. What's yours?
Eileen Grahame : Mine?
Michael Gore-Brown : Yes.
Eileen Grahame : Eileen Grahame.
Michael Gore-Brown : With an "E" at the end?
Eileen Grahame : With an "E" on the end.
Michael Gore-Brown : Ah, Eileen Grahame. That fits you perfectly. Don't let them do a thing to it.
Eileen Grahame : Thank you. I have no intention of letting anyone do anything to it.
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Eileen Grahame : What is your name besides Michael?
Michael Gore-Brown : Gore-Brown.
Eileen Grahame : With an "E" at the end?
Michael Gore-Brown : No. It's a tragedy, there's no "E" at...
Eileen Grahame : Gore... Gore-Brown. Oh, are you our Mr. Gore-Brown?
Michael Gore-Brown : Yes, I hope so.
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Eileen Grahame : Oh, we were expecting you. Come this way.
Michael Gore-Brown : No thanks. Uh, I think it's very comfortable here.
Eileen Grahame : Well, I think you'll be more comfortable in the office.
Michael Gore-Brown : I don't think so. You see, I'm a little bit scared of meeting the old battle-ax.
Eileen Grahame : What old battle-ax?
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, the manageress.
Eileen Grahame : Oh, I see. Oh well, follow me.
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, I suppose it's best to get it over with.
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Michael Gore-Brown : Hey. What's her name? Will I stand at attention and call her "sir?"
Eileen Grahame : Her name is Grahame. Uh, with an "E."
Michael Gore-Brown : Not Eileen Grahame?
Eileen Grahame : Yes. I am the manageress, Mr. Gore-Brown.
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Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, Miss Grahame. Just one last question. Uh, where do I keep my petty cash?
Eileen Grahame : [Points to the desk drawer] You, uh, you will make a note of what you take won't you Mr. Gore-Brown?
[He empties the cash box in his pocket]
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Sir Henry Hazelrigg : [Walks into office] You know, I've been waiting here for nearly an hour? What've you been doing?
Michael Gore-Brown : Henry, we're in the rag trade.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : What?
Michael Gore-Brown : We are dressmakers.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Now that's a rotten thing to say, isn't it?
Michael Gore-Brown : You may know all about figures, but nothing about haute couture.
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Michael Gore-Brown : [D'Arcy is singing in his salon across the street] Great Scott, what's that?
Eileen Grahame : That's Sir D'Arcy Davenport, our most serious opposition. His salon is just across the way.
Michael Gore-Brown : It's a bit late for his bath, isn't it?
Eileen Grahame : Sir D'Arcy always sings to his clients. He says it breaks down sales resistance.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Seems a bit unethical to me.
Eileen Grahame : It's very successful.
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Eileen Grahame : [Referring to D'Arcy] Extremely good dressmaker.
Michael Gore-Brown : Sweeney Todd wasn't a bad barber.
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Nigchtclub doorman : [Eileen and Michael have just hurried out of the club] Why, Miss Grahame, didn't I talk to you just...
Eileen Grahame : Yes, Jimmy, you did.
Nigchtclub doorman : Thought so. Taxi sir, or are you going back again?
Michael Gore-Brown : No, we just came out.
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Eileen Grahame : I suppose you do know I work for my living?
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, don't worry about that. I'll have a word with your boss. I know him well.
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Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Gore-Brown, when you first lured me into this business, I thought I was going to like it.
Michael Gore-Brown : Well?
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I don't like it.
Michael Gore-Brown : Quiet, Henry. I'm busy with my crayon.
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Michael Gore-Brown : [Lunges into taxi beside Eileen] Hello. Mind if I share your taxi?
Eileen Grahame : You haven't given me much choice, have you? Where can I drop you?
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, I don't wanna be dropped.
Eileen Grahame : Don't you?
Michael Gore-Brown : No. That's why I'm here.
Eileen Grahame : Then you can drop me.
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, that's not a good idea either.
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Michael Gore-Brown : Did you hear that loud, roaring, rushing noise?
Eileen Grahame : No. What was it?
Michael Gore-Brown : Me, starting to breathe again.
Eileen Grahame : How often do you stop breathing?
Michael Gore-Brown : Very seldom.
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Michael Gore-Brown : [Pointing to Eileen's apartment number, 13A] Oooh! Ouch! Look!
Eileen Grahame : My lucky number.
Michael Gore-Brown : Are you superstitious?
Eileen Grahame : Me? Aren't you?
Michael Gore-Brown : No. It's unlucky to be superstitious.
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Mrs. Anstruther : [a heavy-set salon client, having watched a slim model with a white outfit] Well, I don't know. It seems to lack something.
Priscilla : [Miss Miller] Perhaps madam would like to think about it.
Michael Gore-Brown : [Has been watching this client] Thinking about it won't help one bit. Take my tip, madam, and forget the whole thing.
Mrs. Anstruther : I beg your pardon.
Michael Gore-Brown : Well, this won't do, will it. I mean, uh... two into one won't go.
Mrs. Anstruther : Two into... how dare you! Send for Miss Grahame immediately.
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Michael Gore-Brown : You see, I just know that white isn't your color. I remember an old aunt of mine telling me once - we were at the circus...
Mrs. Anstruther : I'm not interested in your aunt.
Michael Gore-Brown : You would be if you knew her... She says, "Michael, dear, an ordinary elephants is just as presentable, but a white elephant is carrying things just too far."
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Mrs. Anstruther : [as Eileen walks up] Miss Grahame, who is this man?
Michael Gore-Brown : But...
Mrs. Anstruther : Will you be quiet?
Michael Gore-Brown : Will you...
Eileen Grahame : Well, Mrs. Anstruther, this is Mr. Gore-Brown, the new owner of this business.
Mrs. Anstruther : Oh, is he?
Michael Gore-Brown : Yes. Our new policy is honesty above everything.
Mrs. Anstruther : Good morning, Miss Grahame. You needn't proceed with my order. Perhaps Major Davenport will be more appreciative of my patronage.
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Eileen Grahame : Mr. Gore-Brown, I feel you should know that in the last few minutes, your gross income has dropped 1,200 pounds a year.
Michael Gore-Brown : Why?
Eileen Grahame : Mrs. Anstruther.
Michael Gore-Brown : I'm sorry, but she looked terrible. My old Aunt Prudence used to say...
Eileen Grahame : Whatever your old Aunt Prudence said, if Mrs. Anstruther thinks she looks wonderful in white, she looks wonderful in white.
Michael Gore-Brown : I only intended to help. I'd do the same for a lame dog...
Eileen Grahame : It's quite apparent that you do not approve of the old-fashioned policy of this establishment. Though we find that the customer can never be wrong under any circumstance.
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Eileen Grahame : The important thing is the skirt. Now that's our top secret. Our skirts are going to be 13 inches from the ground.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : [Entering the office] I say, that sounds rather unlucky, doesn't it? Well, what's the matter?
Michael Gore-Brown : Henry, don't ever do that again. Men have been shot for less.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I merely said the...
Michael Gore-Brown : You're spying.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I rather resent that.
Eileen Grahame : Henry, did you overhear what I was saying?
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Well, I heard you say something about skirt length being 13 inches off...
Michael Gore-Brown : [and Eileen] Ssshh!
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Well, for goodness said. What difference does it make whether skirts are 13 or 30 inches off the ground?
Michael Gore-Brown : You'd be surprised.
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Eileen Grahame : Henry, can you keep your mouth shut?
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I think I'm...
Eileen Grahame : Sorry! I'm sure you can.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : ...It might interest you to know that my great grandfather was known to his intimates...
Michael Gore-Brown : I know. The original Clam Chowder.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Yes. And I shall be grateful if you would avoid linking my great grandfather with this rag trade.
Michael Gore-Brown : Well, you linked him first.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Oh, did I?
Michael Gore-Brown : Yes.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : He'll never forgive me.
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Eileen Grahame : Oh, you don't know anything about me.
Michael Gore-Brown : Yeah, that's quite true. Then, on the other hand, Stanley didn't know much about Livingston. But he knew him when he found him.
Eileen Grahame : And they happened to be alone in the jungle at the time - it helped.
Michael Gore-Brown : Yes, that's quite so.
Eileen Grahame : Really, I wouldn't quite know how to behave in the jungle.
Michael Gore-Brown : Wouldn't you? Oh, it's as easy as pie. I'd just come up to you and raise my pith helmet and say, "Miss Eileen Grahame, I presume? I've been looking at you for a long, long time."
Eileen Grahame : What'll I say?
Michael Gore-Brown : For instance...
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Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, I'm so sorry. Yes, never play a love scene on an empty stomach.
Eileen Grahame : Is this a love scene?
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, yeah. 'Tis where I'm sitting.
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Michael Gore-Brown : May I ask you an outrageous question?
Eileen Grahame : [Looks at him askance] Yes.
Michael Gore-Brown : Well, how do you feel about D'Arcy?
Eileen Grahame : I've known him a long time.
Michael Gore-Brown : That all?
Eileen Grahame : Yes, that's all. Except of course, every time I meet him, he offers me a partnership.
Michael Gore-Brown : Business or domestic?
Eileen Grahame : Business.
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Eileen Grahame : Well, what will you have?
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, uh, what are you gonna have?
Eileen Grahame : Nothing in your line.
Michael Gore-Brown : How do you know?
Eileen Grahame : I'm gonna have a nice cup of tea.
Michael Gore-Brown : ...Oh, that's just my cup of tea.
Eileen Grahame : All right.
Michael Gore-Brown : But I was thinking. I know all about making tea.
Eileen Grahame : You do?
Michael Gore-Brown : Yes, yes, you use some tea and add some water.
Eileen Grahame : Well, what a mouthful. I've never heard of tea made that way before.
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Michael Gore-Brown : I think you have a friend of mine in cold storage.
Inspector : Oh, he's a friend of yours, is he? I had to put him in the cells. It was the only way to stop him from talking. Bring the body in here, officer.
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Michael Gore-Brown : [Looking around the police station] The old place hasn't changed much, I see.
Inspector : Now, I thought we wasn't strangers to each other.
Michael Gore-Brown : Uh, no, we have met before.
Inspector : When was it?
Michael Gore-Brown : Well, the day April the Fifth won the derby.
Inspector : Ah, I remember that. And you broke the heartstrings of the heiress in with you.
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Michael Gore-Brown : What's the trouble with my friend?
Inspector : Trouble. He talks too much. Did he ever tell you the story of the two soldiers?
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Sir Henry Hazelrigg : We've a gross miscarriage of justice.
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, shut up, Henry.
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Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Will you lend me a razor?
Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, don't worry about shaving.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I wasn't going to shave.
Michael Gore-Brown : Well, cutting your throat won't do anybody else any good.
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Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Oh, after all the work she's done... no, I can't bear it. Gore-Brown, if you won't lend me your razor, please lend me another.
Michael Gore-Brown : Unhappily, mine's electric.
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D'Arcy Davenport : Orchids and ermine. Exquisite! Oh, oh, I must sing.
Eileen Grahame : No, D'Arcy. Please don't sing.
D'Arcy Davenport : Not sing?
Eileen Grahame : N... no, I... I implore you not to sing.
D'Arcy Davenport : Well, why not?
Eileen Grahame : Well, you might wake people up and...
D'Arcy Davenport : Oh, darling, didn't you know. Nobody ever sleeps in Paris.
[He starts playing the piano and singing]
D'Arcy Davenport : Amour, amour...
Michael Gore-Brown : [From the hallway outside Eileen's suite door, in a very high-pitched tone] Amour, amour...
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D'Arcy Davenport : Will you stop that and behave like an Englishman?
Michael Gore-Brown : [Starts speaking in cockney] Englishman? Eyow, ah right. Miss Grahame, I wonder if you'd mind just turning around, I want...
[He turns her by the shoulders, wraps his arms around her and gives her a big kiss then walks out of the room]
D'Arcy Davenport : Gore-Brown, you're a cad.
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Michael Gore-Brown : [In his jail cell, drawing a wedding dress on the wall, as Eileen and the inspector enter] Hello. They got you too?
Eileen Grahame : Not yet. But I got an invitation from the inspector.
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Eileen Grahame : Well, I'm leaving you.
Michael Gore-Brown : Leaving me?
Eileen Grahame : Yes. You can run this place yourself. Or better still, have a loud speaker to do it for you. You'll find that even more effective.
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Michael Gore-Brown : What do I find? Henry, she's a dish. He runs the whole business and does a spot of designing on the side. She reminds me a bit of Anna Neagle.
Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Oh, and I suppose she cooks like a blue riband chef and dances like that Carmen Miranda woman?
Michael Gore-Brown : I don't know about the cooking and I'll tell you about the dancing tomorrow.