Foreign Correspondent (1940)
Laraine Day: Carol Fisher
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Quotes
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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?
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Carol Fisher : This is Scott ffolliott, newspaperman same as you. Foreign correspondent. Mr. Haverstock, Mr. ffolliott.
Scott ffolliott : With a double 'F'.
John Jones : How do you do?
Scott ffolliott : How do you do?
John Jones : I don't get the double 'F'.
Scott ffolliott : They're at the beginning. Both small 'F's
John Jones : They can't be at the beginning.
Scott 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?
Scott ffolliott : No, just a straight 'fuh'.
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[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!
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Carol Fisher : I think the world has been run long enough by well-meaning professionals. We might give the amateurs a chance now.
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Carol Fisher : You never hear of circumstances out of our control rushing us into peace, have you?
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Carol Fisher : [to Johnny Jones; about her father] My father fought hard for his country. His way wasn't the straight way, but it was the hard way. And I shall fight for my country the hard way.
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Carol Fisher : I found out that he wanted... You see, we'd been joking about it. When I heard him book the extra room, I knew he meant it. Such a cheap trick. That's what hurts. It was so cheap. It wasn't at all like I thought he was. Well, what difference does it make, I don't care if I ever see him again.
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Carol Fisher : You've turned European on me overnight, Johnny.
John Jones : Now, that's unfair. I'm just as big a jackass as I ever was. Bigger.
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John Jones : If you speak English, will you give me a hand with the laughing Latvian. What's his racket? What's he talking?
Carol Fisher : Latvian.
John Jones : No kidding? I didn't know the Lats had a language. I thought they just rubbed noses.
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Carol Fisher : You see what you're doing, don't you? All this is going straight back to London and will be common gossip by tomorrow. I don't care for myself, but my father's engaged in great work. He's trying to help avert a war, a dreadful war, and this is just the sort of thing to discredit him. I know you care nothing about our work. All you're interested in is having fun with windmills and hotel bathrooms.
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Carol Fisher : Well, you've made quite a day of it, haven't you?
John Jones : Now, listen...
Carol Fisher : Making fools of Scott Ffolliott and me in front of the local police, broken into my bedroom and disgraced me before a very important friend of my father's. What are your plans now, may I ask?
John Jones : I'll tell you if you wait just a...
Carol Fisher : You might at least have had your clothes on.
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Carol Fisher : Look, your childish mind is as out of place in Europe as you are in my bedroom.
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Carol Fisher : Mr. Haverstock, don't you think you've been talking through your hat long enough?
John Jones : But, I'm not talking through my hat!
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Carol Fisher : Now for the last time, please go.
John Jones : Okay. But I want you to know exactly what's going to happen when I do go. I'll go back to my room and get dressed. I'll try and shake those two fellows off, but I won't succeed. They'll stick to me like a couple of tattoo marks until they get me. They'll stop at nothing. I seem to know too much. And you're right. I don't know the ins and outs of your crackpot peace movement. And I don't know what's wrong with Europe. But I do know a story when I see one. And I'll keep after it until either I get it or it gets me.
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Carol Fisher : One cabin isn't going to do us much good, is it? We just can't...
John Jones : Oh, well, I fully intended to sleep in the lounge. I hope you didn't think I...
Carol Fisher : No, of course not. It's very kind of you.
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John Jones : [on the phone with the Operator] Get me Mr. Ffolliott's room, please. Left the hotel?
[hangs up]
Carol Fisher : That's strange. We were to dine together tonight.
John Jones : I guess he realized how much I meant to you.
Carol Fisher : You'd mean more with your clothes on.
John Jones : Oh, you like the intellectual type.
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Carol Fisher : Were you really going to tip that man 5 pounds?
John Jones : Why, of course! I charge all my traveling expenses to the office. Corrupting an official, 5 pounds.
Carol Fisher : You're just a wee bit unscrupulous, aren't you?
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Stephen Fisher : If you have a brandy, it'll make you feel better.
Carol Fisher : You know it always makes me cry harder.
