Liz Imbrie Quotes in High Society (1956)

Dexter: Liz, you're in love with Connor aren't you?

Liz Imbrie: People ask the darnedest questions.

Dexter: Why don't you marry him?

Liz Imbrie: I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that.

Dexter: I said why don't you marry him?

Liz Imbrie: He's still got a lot to learn. I don't want to get in his way for a while.

Dexter: Supposing some other girl comes along in the meantime.

Liz Imbrie: I guess I'd just scratch her eyes out. Unless that is she was marrying someone else the next day.

Dexter: You're quite a girl Liz.

Liz Imbrie: I don't know. I take nice pictures though.

Liz Imbrie: Mike, if I ever am in your way. Don't honk, just run over me.

Liz Imbrie: Well, since Mike's disappeared I may as well go home.

Dexter: How about I take you home, then everybody will come looking for us.

Liz Imbrie: That's the nicest thing I've heard all night.

Liz Imbrie: Were you by any chance playing footsie with me at lunch?

Mike: From where I sat?

Liz Imbrie: I didn't think your reach was that good. Seth Lord has a roving eye *and* foot.

Mike: Who wants to be a millionaire?

Liz Imbrie: I don't.

Uncle Willie: I can't find Liz.

Dexter: I think I just saw someone wander out on to the terrace. Alone.

Uncle Willie: You don't say. The little vixen!

[leaves]

Dexter: Ollie ollie oxen free!

[Liz comes out of hiding]

Dexter: What's the matter? Uncle Willie giving you a little trouble?

Liz Imbrie: That man's gonna wind up a juvenile delinquent mark my words.

Mike: Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but...

Liz Imbrie: Mike, I think I'd better grab you. You're likely to get in trouble one of these days.

Liz Imbrie: Elegant junk.

Mike: It's shiny.

Liz Imbrie: [checking out a silver ice bucket] Plate.

Mike: Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray.

Liz Imbrie: Mike, be careful what you say. We may be wired for sound.

Mike: She can't be for real.

Liz Imbrie: Who was doing the interviewing?

Mike: You think she was born that way?

Liz Imbrie: Nah. Takes years.

Tracy: Oh, I think men are wonderful.

Liz Imbrie: The little dears.

Mike: Hey, Liz.

Liz Imbrie: Huh?

Mike: Look at all the loot they've collected.

Liz Imbrie: They must run a hockshop on the side.

Mike: This joint's full of spies.

Liz Imbrie: That should make us feel at home.

Liz Imbrie: You know something professor, I think you dropped a loop.