Janie Quotes in

Lt. Alice Tomlen: Good evening, lieutenant.

Lt. Ross Pendleton: Hey, you look ravishing! What's that perfume?

Janie: [butting in] Carbolic acid. She just scrubbed the operating room.

Lt. Alice Tomlen: [chuckles] Janie's incurably romantic.

Janie: [while walking to the Oval Office] The 10:15 event has been moved inside to the Indian Treaty Room.

President Andrew Shepherd: 10:15 is American Fisheries?

Janie: Yes sir. They're giving you a 200-pound halibut.

President Andrew Shepherd: Janie, make a note. We need to schedule more events where somebody gives me a really big fish.

Janie: Yes sir.

[starts making note]

President Andrew Shepherd: Janie, I'm kidding.

Janie: [Stops and starts to smile] Of course, sir.

President Andrew Shepherd: Janie, can you get me the number of a local florist?

Janie: I'll take care of it, sir, where would you like them sent?

President Andrew Shepherd: No, I want to do it myself. I just need the number.

Janie: I don't understand

President Andrew Shepherd: I want the phone number of a florist.

Janie: You just want the phone number?

President Andrew Shepherd: Yeah.

Janie: I don't understand, sir, is there a problem...

President Andrew Shepherd: Janie, I want to send some flowers. I want to do it myself. I don't want to staff it out, and I don't want to issue and executive order. I just want a phone number.

Robin McCall: [in the Oval Office] How do you want me to handle the "Sydney issue?"

[Shepherd looks up]

President Andrew Shepherd: The "Sydney issue?"

Lewis Rothschild: We should have a consensus on how the White House is going to handle it.

President Andrew Shepherd: Well I sure hope the "Sydney issue" refers in some way to a problem we're having with Australia, because if it's anything other than that...

[Janie pokes her head in]

Janie: Mr. President? Ms. Wade is here to see you.

President Andrew Shepherd: Send her in, please. I'm finished here.

Janie: Yes, sir.

President Andrew Shepherd: [to Lewis and McCall] There is no "Sydney issue."

Ted a.k.a. Shorty: So, can I get you a Coke?

Janie: Aren't I a little tall for you? I mean, aren't you a little short?

Ted a.k.a. Shorty: Well, height's just temporary. When you wake up in the morning, you're a little taller, right?

Janie: No. See ya.

[Janie leaves as Ted goes upset]

Janie: This is ridiculous. I can't just pack up and leave, go to Austria or wherever.

[looks around apartment]

Janie: Why not? What the hell is stopping me?

Lana: Can we walk? I really want to see Moscow.

Janie: No, Lana, you can't walk. Moscow is so big I mean it takes like a month just to cross the street.

Lana: You are so lucky.

Janie: I guess. Stuff is just stuff.

Lana: Unless you don't have stuff.

Janie: Where's your car?

Harry: Why, do you mind walking?

Janie: [laughs] I'd love to.

Harry: Good, I like to walk.

[Breathes deeply]

Janie: I guess if you don't have to, you want to, huh?

Harry: Well, even if you don't want to, you may have to. So, you might as well want to.

Janie: [laughs] I guess if you don't want to and you don't have to, you just don't. Cause you don't want to.

Harry: Yeah, well, you can always take a Streetcar.

Janie: [During a dream] I've got it! I'll marry all three of 'em.

Tom, Dick, Harry: All three of us?

Janie: Sure!

Tom, Dick, Harry: Do you think it'd work?

Janie: Why not? I think the four of us would make a lovely couple.

Tom: What's the matter, Janie? What are you thinkin' about?

Janie: The picture.

Tom: Oh, do you think it was true to life?

Tom: Hey, Janie, how 'bout you and I driving out to Inspiration Point for a little while, huh?

Janie: Not tonight, Tom.

Tom: Why not? No, I just want to talk to you.

Janie: That's what you always say.

Tom: No, honest, this time I really mean it. Just talk.

Janie: Aw, you're out there and you see me and you do what you do.

Tom: Yes, but it won't do any harm, just talk.

Janie: Well, okay.

Tom: I kinda think I've done pretty well.

Janie: [shakes her head no] You certainly have.

Tom: And I've done it all for you Janie. You don't belong in that telephone company, gettin' up early every morning and pluggin' in phone calls all day for people. You deserve something better than that. And I'm gonna get it for you.

Janie: No!

Tom: No?

Janie: Yeah, no.

Tom: Well...

Janie: Oh, I don't mean no exactly, I mean, well, no for now.

Tom: Janie, you made me the happiest girl in the world!

Janie: Girl?

Tom: No, I mean, I hope you are because I am. Oh, I don't know what I mean. I'm all mixed up. I don't know what I'm sayin'.

Janie: Good night, Ma.

Ma: Good night, dear. Did you have a good time?

Janie: Swell. - - Good night, Pop.

Pop: Have a good time?

Janie: Swell.

Butch: What'd you see?

Janie: The one at The Strand.

Butch: Any good?

Janie: Swell.

Janie: I guess you think I'm awful. We'll probably never see each other again. You never will understand.

Harry: What are you doing tonight?

Janie: Oh, I didn't mean it. I - eh...

Harry: No, I know you didn't. I'm just impulsive. Eight o'clock all right?

Janie: Swell! Golly!

Pop: Are you gonna tell us who this guy is? Where'd you meet him?

Janie: Downtown.

Pop: How'd you meet him?

Janie: I just met him, that's all. He drove me home.

Butch: He picked her up.

Pop: Is that what happened? Did he pick you up?

Janie: No. I picked him up.

Janie: Why can't a girl like me marry a millionaire?

Harry: There's not enough millionaires. How many millionaires do you think there are?

Janie: In America?

Harry: Yeah.

Janie: Oh, about a million.

Harry: Nine thousand six hundred and fifty-three. And most of them are already married.

Janie: Well, if they're married, maybe they got sons?

Harry: The rich have a very low birth rate.

Harry: You know how many girls there are like you?

Janie: One.

Harry: There's eleven million six hundred and five thousand five hundred and fifty-two, at least.

Janie: But, golly, you can't explain everything by numbers. You make it sound like a horse race.

Harry: Well, that's what it is. You gotta figure the odds, see.

Janie: Well, sure, the odds are against any two people meeting. After all, there's something like two billion people in the world. And if a girl meets any fella, it's an accident, isn't it?

Harry: Yeah, well...

Janie: Well, there's no reason why the accident can't be a rich fella instead of poor fella.

Harry: See, you've got the wrong clothes!

Janie: I've got the right clothes. I got the wrong fella.

Janie: I got one chance in a million, huh?

Harry: U-huh. And that leaves girls like you for fellas like me.

Janie: Why, I, I hardly know you.

Harry: Well, sometimes people know each other better in one night, than they do in - two weeks!

Janie: They do?

Harry: Yeah. How 'bout it Janie?

Dick: Hop in. - - Are you all right back there?

Janie: Swell!

Dick: [in Janie's dream] S'il vous plaît, voulez-vous.

Janie: Golly, yes. I certainly do!

Janie: This is long distance.

Dick: [on the phone] Hello, babe. How about another one of those tricky calls to New York? Can you get me Brenda Whitney, Jr. at Columbus 5-0-0-9-8.

Janie: I'll try. Mr. Hamilton, will you hold the line please. Chicago. New York for Middleton please.

Dick: And when Cinderella came home, her two ugly sisters were waiting for her.

Tom: Who is this guy, Janie?

Janie: Tom meet Dick. Dick meet Harry. Harry meet Tom. Tom meet Janie. Janie meet the situation.

Tom: [points to Harry] Janie, I want you to tell this fuzzle-top feather-merchant who you're engaged to.

Janie: [points to Dick] Him.

Harry: Him?

Tom: Him?

Janie: Him.

Tom: What about me?

Janie: I'm engaged to you too.

Dick: What?

Tom: You mean you're engaged to both of us?

Janie: I'm engaged to all three of you.

Dick: What?

Tom: But you can't be!

Janie: Why not? You all asked me.

Gertrude: How did Dick happen to know Harry?

Janie: Well, Harry's his mechanic, see. And Dick, of course, is very democratic.

Gertrude: Well, I thought all millionaires were Republicans.

Prof. Sterling Manville: Now, they don't make you wear that smock all the time do they?

Janie: I'm on my lunch break, hi, Professor Manville.

Prof. Sterling Manville: Oh no, Sterling, please.

Janie: Sterling.

Prof. Sterling Manville: Tell me something, what all is it that you do at at lab anyway?

Janie: Well, we analyze pharmaceuticals for a joint university public group sector research firm.

Prof. Sterling Manville: Oh, I see so the school gets a big fat grant and the drug company gets a tax write-off for testing they would have to do anyway.

Janie: Yeah. Kinda shady I guess.

Prof. Sterling Manville: Well, but it's a victim-less crime right? I mean it's a theory of mine that to get anything done of real value, you have to break some law or public moreh.

Janie: I never really thought if it like that.

Prof. Sterling Manville: Yes, well we're all transgressors my dear fearing that day of ultimate justice.

Michael: Uh, Janie can we talk?

Janie: Uh, I don't know, can we?

Michael: Where were you last night?

Janie: I don't think that's any of your business

Michael: Can we go someplace?.

Janie: I can't. These are real time results.

Michael: Move that shit.

Janie: That "shit" is my work.

Michael: Look, I'm sorry. It's just that you got me all tied up in knots here.

Janie: Aw, so now you're the victim.

Michael: I'm trying to apologize.

Janie: You're doing a lousy job.

Michael: Okay, okay now I get it. You want me to suffer the way i made you suffer right?

Janie: I have yet to hear a honest, simple expression of remorse.

Michael: I said I'm sorry.

Janie: You're sorry you got caught. How could you do that Michael?

Frankie: So, you come here often?

Janie: Thanks for coming.

Frankie: Hey, what are friends for? C'mon, tell Aunt Frankie all about it.

Janie: He - he was - he was just so...

Frankie: A pig like all men? In your own bed? Oh my God, I can't believe it!

Janie: Yeah, and he was just complaining that you were too wild.

Frankie: He was huh? He wishes! Hey, why don't you come stay with me tonight?

Janie: I don't know.

Frankie: C'mon! It will drive him crazy.

Janie: He'll think i grabbed some guy.

Frankie: That's right, and that's just a small piece of the revenge you've got coming.

Janie: Wel...

Frankie: C'mon! C'mon let's go. Let's blow this hot dog stand.

Frankie: Hey, how did ya sleep?

Janie: I don't know.

Frankie: Here, have some coffee.

Janie: Frankie?

Frankie: Hm-mm?

Janie: I don't know about last night.

Frankie: That was just how we felt.

Janie: Yeah, and it was sweet and everything. I just don't need that kind of confusion in my life right now. Okay?

Frankie: [scoffs] Sure. Hey, whatever works.

Janie: I mean, you're my friend and I need you as my friend.

Frankie: And I'm there for you. That's all I was trying to say last night.

Janie: I'm going to move back in with Michael.

[Frankie chokes on her coffee]

Frankie: That's great! So you guys are gonna pass things up.

Janie: Over his dead body if I have to.