Carol Fisher Quotes in Foreign Correspondent (1940)

Carol Fisher: This is Scott ffolliott, newspaperman same as you. Foreign correspondent. Mr. Haverstock, Mr. ffolliott.

Ffolliott: With a double 'F'.

John Jones: How do you do?

Ffolliott: How do you do?

John Jones: I don't get the double 'F'.

Ffolliott: They're at the beginning. Both small 'F's

John Jones: They can't be at the beginning.

Ffolliott: One of my ancestors was beheaded by Henry VIII. His wife dropped the capital letter to commemorate it. There it is.

John Jones: How do you say it, like a stutter?

Ffolliott: No, just a straight 'fuh'.

John Jones: I'm in love with you, and I want to marry you.

Carol Fisher: I'm in love with you, and I want to marry you.

John Jones: Hmm... that cuts down our love scene quite a bit, doesn't it?

[last lines]

[radio broadcast from London]

John Jones: Hello, America. I've been watching a part of the world being blown to pieces. A part of the world as nice as Vermont, and Ohio

[siren sounds]

John Jones: , and Virginia, and California, and Illinois lies ripped up and bleeding like a steer in a slaughterhouse, and I've seen things that make the history of the savages read like Pollyanna legends. I've seen women...

[bombs begin exploding]

English Announcer: It's a raid; we shall have to postpone the broadcast.

John Jones: Oh, postpone, nothing! Let's go on as long as we can.

English Announcer: Madam, we have a shelter downstairs.

John Jones: How about it, Carol?

Carol Fisher: They're listening in America, Johnny.

John Jones: Okay, we'll tell 'em, then. I can't read the rest of the speech I had, because the lights have gone out, so I'll just have to talk off the cuff. All that noise you hear isn't static - it's death, coming to London. Yes, they're coming here now. You can hear the bombs falling on the streets and the homes. Don't tune me out, hang on a while - this is a big story, and you're part of it. It's too late to do anything here now except stand in the dark and let them come... as if the lights were all out everywhere, except in America. Keep those lights burning, cover them with steel, ring them with guns, build a canopy of battleships and bombing planes around them. Hello, America, hang on to your lights: they're the only lights left in the world!

Carol Fisher: I think the world has been run long enough by well-meaning professionals. We might give the amateurs a chance now.

Carol Fisher: You never hear of circumstances out of our control rushing us into peace, have you?