The Old Dark House (1932)
Gloria Stuart: Margaret Waverton
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Quotes
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Margaret Waverton : It's a dreadful night.
Rebecca Femm : What?
Margaret Waverton : I said it's a dreadful night.
Rebecca Femm : Yes, it's a very old house. Very old.
Margaret Waverton : It's very kind of you to let us stay.
Rebecca Femm : What?
Margaret Waverton : I say you're very kind.
Rebecca Femm : Yes it is a dreadful night. I'm a little deaf.
Margaret Waverton : I understand.
Rebecca Femm : Yes. No beds!
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Rebecca Femm : What is it? What do they want?
Horace Femm : Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.
Penderel , Philip Waverton , Margaret Waverton : How do you do?
Rebecca Femm : What are they doing here? What do they want?
Penderel , Philip Waverton , Margaret Waverton : How do you do?
Rebecca Femm : What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?
Horace Femm : You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.
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[the Wavertons and Penderel are completely lost on a dark and stormy night]
Margaret Waverton : Well now for heaven's sake stop. Let's look at a map or something.
Penderel : My view is, we're not on a map.
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Margaret Waverton : Well, I know what I'm going to do. That is if Miss Femm will let me.
Rebecca Femm : What?
Margaret Waverton : I'm dreadfully wet and I'd be so glad if I could go and change my clothes.
Rebecca Femm : What?
Margaret Waverton : I wondered if I might go and change my things.
Rebecca Femm : You look wet. You'd better go and change your things.
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Margaret Waverton : It won't help things losing your temper.
Philip Waverton : I've never been in a better temper in my life. I love driving a hundred miles through the dark practically without headlights. I love the trickle of ice cold water pouring down my neck. This is one of the happiest moments of my life.
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[the road the Waverton's are on has been flooded]
Margaret Waverton : Don't stop!
Philip Waverton : How can I help stopping? Do you think we're in a motorboat?
Penderel : [singing] Stuck for the night/stuck for the night... .
Margaret Waverton : Mr. Pendelel, please!
Philip Waverton : Sorry.
[Waverton tries to drive their car across the flooded road]
Margaret Waverton : Do you think we'll do it?
Philip Waverton : I really don't know.
Penderel : [waving his glove derisively] Bon voyage!
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[first lines]
[on a dark and stormy night, the Waverton's car get stuck in the mud]
Philip Waverton : Hell!
Margaret Waverton : What are you stopping for?
Philip Waverton : A rest.
Margaret Waverton : Really, Philip, you can't stop here. Either go on or go back. You can't expect me to spend the night like a half-drowned rat on a mountainside.
Philip Waverton : It's better to stop than to drive the car gently over a cliff, isn't it?
