Anita Smythe Quotes in Bright Eyes (1934)

Anita Smythe: Higgins!

Higgins: Yes, madam?

Anita Smythe: My cousin Miss Martin is arriving from New York tomorrow. I want to be sure that everything is done just right.

Higgins: Yes, madam.

Anita Smythe: Thomas, you'll meet her plane in the morning.

Thomas, Chauffeur: Yes, madam.

Anita Smythe: I'm very anxious to show her that we can do things exactly as well out here as they do in the east.

Higgins: Yes, madam.

Anita Smythe: I want perfect meals and perfect service.

Higgins: Yes, madam.

Anita Smythe: And Mary, I hope you'll remember what I told you this morning about visitors.

Mary Blake: Yes, madam.

J. Wellington Smythe: As far as I can find out, there are no relatives.

Anita Smythe: Now what are we to do?

J. Wellington Smythe: She's no concern of ours. We have neither a legal nor a moral responsibility.

Anita Smythe: But after all, the woman worked for us. People will naturally expect us to do something. Maybe one of those aviators would like to adopt her.

J. Wellington Smythe: Well, if they do, let them go to court. All we can do is see that the little girl is placed in an institution.

Uncle Ned Smith: Now listen to me, you two. I want you to understand just one thing. If you ever expect to get anything out of me, you're going to be human enough and decent enough to take Shirley into this house to live. I'll pay for her board and her clothes.

J. Wellington Smythe: Why, Uncle Ned, that won't be necessary.

Anita Smythe: Well, naturally. We had no idea you felt this way about the child.

Uncle Ned Smith: Well, I do. If you don't want her here, I guess I can find some other place for her. And I guess I can find another place for me, too!

Anita Smythe: I don't approve of all these telephone calls, Mary.

Mary Blake: I'm sorry.

Anita Smythe: And I don't approve of all these aviators who keep coming here to see your little girl.

Mary Blake: She's sort of a pet with them. They all knew her father.

Anita Smythe: I know that, but I really can't have it. It isn't everyone who'd engage a maid with a small child. I have no fault to find with your work, but if you want to stay on with us, you'll have to correct these things.

Anita Smythe: You must practice your piano. You won't have to practice again until after Santa Claus comes.

Joy Smythe: There ain't any Santa Claus!

Anita Smythe: Don't say ain't, darling, say isn't.

Joy Smythe: Ain't, ain't, ain't!

J. Wellington Smythe: What's all this noise about?

Joy Smythe: Mama wants me to practice, and I don't wanna!

J. Wellington Smythe: You must do as your mother says.

Joy Smythe: No, I ain't gonna!

J. Wellington Smythe: Now, see here ...

Anita Smythe: Now, darling, remember what the psychoanalyst said. The child mind must never be coerced. One must use reason and persuasion. Now, dear, practice your piano and Mama will buy you something nice.

Joy Smythe: What?

Anita Smythe: Anything you like. What do you especially want?

Joy Smythe: A machine gun!

J. Wellington Smythe: Why, Uncle Ned, why didn't you call us?

Uncle Ned Smith: Call you? I yelled, and I shouted and I bellowed. A thanks lot of good it did me. No one pays any attention to me. No one cares what happens to me. All you do is think of yourselves.

Anita Smythe: Oh, Uncle Ned, you know that isn't so.

Uncle Ned Smith: Mary!

Mary Blake: Yes, Mr. Symthe.

Uncle Ned Smith: My name is Smith. His name is Symthe.

Mary Blake: Yes, Mr. Smith.

Uncle Ned Smith: Didn't you hear me holler a little while ago?

Mary Blake: No, sir, I didn't.

Uncle Ned Smith: These folks around here better get their ears fixed.