Sabrina Fairchild Quotes in Sabrina (1954)

Sabrina Fairchild: Maybe you should go to Paris, Linus.

Linus Larrabee: To Paris?

Sabrina Fairchild: It helped me a lot. Have you ever been there?

Linus Larrabee: [thinks] Oh, yes. Yes. Once. I was there for thirty-five minutes.

Sabrina Fairchild: Thirty-five MINUTES?

Linus Larrabee: Changing planes. I was on my way to Iraq on an oil deal.

Sabrina Fairchild: Oh, but Paris isn't for changing planes, it's... it's for changing your outlook, for... for throwing open the windows and letting in... letting in la vie en rose.

Linus Larrabee: [sadly] Paris is for lovers. Maybe that's why I stayed only thirty-five minutes.

Linus Larrabee: Why're you looking at me that way?

Sabrina Fairchild: All night long I've had the most terrible impulse to do something.

Linus Larrabee: Oh, never resist an impulse, Sabrina, especially if it's terrible.

Sabrina Fairchild: I'm gonna do it.

[reaching out and turning down the brim of Linus' Homburg]

Sabrina Fairchild: There!

Linus Larrabee: What's that for?

Sabrina Fairchild: We can't have you walking up and down the Champs Elysees looking like a tourist undertaker! Another thing, never a briefcase in Paris and never an umbrella. There's a law.

Linus Larrabee: How am I ever going to get along in Paris without someone like you? Who'll be there to help me with my French, to turn down the brim of my hat?

Sabrina Fairchild: Suppose you meet someone on the boat the very first day out? A perfect stranger.

Linus Larrabee: I have a better suppose, Sabrina. Suppose I were ten years younger. Suppose you weren't in love with David. Suppose I asked you to... I suppose I'm just talking nonsense.

Sabrina Fairchild: I suppose so.

Linus Larrabee: Suppose you sing that song again. Slowly.

Sabrina Fairchild: I might as well be reaching for the moon.

Baron St. Fontanel: The moon?

[laughs]

Baron St. Fontanel: Oh, you young people! You are so old-fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!

Thomas Fairchild: He's still David Larrabee, and you're still the chauffeur's daughter, and you're still reaching for the moon.

Sabrina Fairchild: No, father. The moon's reaching for ME.

Linus Larrabee: [slow dancing with Sabrina] How do you say in French my sister has a yellow pencil?

Sabrina Fairchild: Ma soeur a un crayon jaune.

Linus Larrabee: How do you say my brother has a lovely girl?

Sabrina Fairchild: Mon frère a une gentille petite amie.

Linus Larrabee: And how do you say I wish I were my brother?

Sabrina Fairchild: I hate girls that giggle all the time.

Thomas Fairchild: You hate every girl David looks at.

The Professor: [inspecting the students' soufflés] Too low. Too pale. Too heavy. Too low. Too *high*, you are exaggerating. Fair. So-so. Sloppy.

[he gets to the Baron]

The Professor: Mm. Superb. My dear Baron, you have not lost your touch.

[he looks at Sabrina's]

The Professor: Much too low.

Sabrina Fairchild: [looking at her soufflé] I don't know what happened.

Baron St. Fontanel: I will tell you what happened: you forgot to turn on the oven.

Sabrina Fairchild: Oh!

Sabrina Fairchild: Just imagine, you press a button and factories go up, or you pick up a telephone and a hundred tankers set out for Persia, or you switch on the dictaphone and say, "Buy all of Cleveland and move it to Pittsburgh."

David Larrabee: I could have sworn I knew every pretty girl on the North Shore.

Sabrina Fairchild: I could have sworn you took in more territory than that.

[first lines]

Sabrina Fairchild: [voiceover] Once upon a time, on the north shore of Long Island, some thirty miles from New York, there lived a small girl on a large estate. The estate was very large indeed, and had many servants. There were gardeners to take care of the gardens, and a tree surgeon on a retainer. There was a boatman to take care of the boats: to put them in the water in the spring, and scrape their bottoms in the winter. There were specialists to take care of the grounds: the outdoor tennis court and the indoor tennis court, the outdoor swimming pool and the indoor swimming pool. And there was a man of no particular title who took care of the small pool in the garden for a goldfish named George. Also on the estate there was a chauffeur by the name of Fairchild who had been imported from England years ago together with a new Rolls-Royce. Fairchild was a fine chauffeur of considerable polish, like the eight cars in his care, and he had a daughter by the name of Sabrina. It was the eve of the annual six-meter yacht races, and as had been traditional on Long Island for the past thirty years, the Larrabees were giving a party. It never rained on the night of the Larrabee party. The Larrabees wouldn't have stood for it. There were four Larrabees in all - father, mother, and two sons. Maude and Oliver Larrabee were married in nineteen hundred and six, and among their many wedding presents was the town house in New York and this estate for weekends. The town house has since been converted into Saks Fifth Avenue. Linus Larrabee, the elder son, graduated from Yale, where his classmates voted him The Man Most Likely To Leave His Alma Mater Fifty Million Dollars. His brother, David, went through several of the best eastern colleges for short periods of time, and through several marriages for even shorter periods of time. He is now a successful six-goal polo player and is listed on Linus's tax return as a six hundred dollar deduction. Life was pleasant among the Larrabees, for this was as close to heaven as one could get on Long Island.

Sabrina Fairchild: Kiss me, David.

David Larrabee: Love to, Sabrina.

[kisses her]

Sabrina Fairchild: Again. That's better.

David Larrabee: What's the matter, darling? You're not worried about us, are you? Because I'm not. So there'll be a big stink in the family. So who cares?

Sabrina Fairchild: David... I don't think I'm going to have dinner with Linus. I don't wanna go out with him.

David Larrabee: [chuckling] Why not?

Sabrina Fairchild: I want to be near you.

David Larrabee: Oh, I know how you feel, Sabrina. It must be an awful bore, but if Linus wants to take you out, let's be nice about it. It's very important. He's our only ally. Don't you see, Father will try to cut off my allowance and send me off to Larrabee Copper in Butte, Montana, and we don't wanna go to Butte Montana, do we?

Sabrina Fairchild: Hold me close, David.

David Larrabee: We'll have a wonderful time, darling. We'll build ourselves a raft and drift across the Pacific, like Kon Tiki, or climb the highest mountain like Annapurna. Just the two of us.

Linus Larrabee: [after Sabrina puts a romantic record on the phonograph] Sabrina.

Sabrina Fairchild: Yes?

Linus Larrabee: Do you mind if we turn this off?

Sabrina Fairchild: Why?

Linus Larrabee: [pained] Because.

Sabrina Fairchild: Don't you like it?

Linus Larrabee: I used to like it.

Sabrina Fairchild: [taking the record off] Certain songs bring back certain memories to me, too. Did you love her?

Linus Larrabee: I'd rather not talk about it.

Sabrina Fairchild: I'm sorry.

Linus Larrabee: That's all right.

Sabrina Fairchild: It's so strange to think of you being touched by a woman. I always thought you walked alone.

Linus Larrabee: No man walks alone from choice.

Sabrina Fairchild: As a child I used to watch you, from the window over the garage. Coming and going, always wearing your black homburg and carrying a briefcase and umbrella. I thought you could never belong to anyone. Never care for anyone.

Linus Larrabee: Oh, yes, the cold businessman behind his marble desk, way up in his executive suite. No emotions, just ice water in his veins and ticker tape coming from his heart. And yet... one day that same cold businessman, high up in a skyscraper, opens a window, steps out on a ledge... stands there for three hours wondering... if he should jump.

Sabrina Fairchild: Because of her?

David Larrabee: I feel so stupid I could kill myself.

Sabrina Fairchild: You'll be all right in a minute.

Sabrina Fairchild: Goodnight, Mr. Larrabee. I'm sorry I can't stay to do the dishes.

Linus Larrabee: No self-respecting prime minister would offer kronen.

Sabrina Fairchild: No self-respecting waitress would take dollars.