Rope (1948)

Joan Chandler: Janet

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• Rupert Cadell : Brandon's spoken of you.

  Janet : Did he do me justice?

  Rupert Cadell : Do you deserve justice?

• Phillip : Rupert only publishes books *he* likes... usually philosophy.

  Janet : Oh. Small print, big words, no sales.

  Brandon : Rupert's extremely radical. Do you know that he selects his books on the assumption that people not only can read but actually can think?

• Brandon : It is a little difficult trying to keep up with your romances. After me came Kenneth, now it's David. Why the, the switch from Kenneth to David anyway?

  Janet : Obviously I think he's nicer.

  Brandon : Well, he's certainly richer.

  Janet : That's a new low... even for you, chum.

• Rupert Cadell : [Phillip and Brandon have been arguing about strangling chickens]  Personally, I think a chicken is as good a reason for murder as a blonde, a mattress full of dollar bills or any of the customary, unimaginative reasons.

  Janet : Well, now, you don't really approve of murder, Rupert? If I may?

  Rupert Cadell : You may... and I do. Think of the problems it would solve: unemployment, poverty, standing in line for theatre tickets... .

• Brandon : You look lovely.

  Janet : I won't by the time it's all paid for.

  [Brandon laughs] 

  Janet : Was that funny? I never know when I'm being funny. Whenever I try to be, I lay the bomb of all time.

• Janet : There must be a reason. Freud says there's a reason for everything. Even me.

• Janet : I could really strangle you, Brandon.

  Brandon : What have I done now?

  Janet : At times, your sense of humor is a little too malicious, chum.

• Rupert Cadell : Brandon, exactly what is this?

  Brandon : A cassone I got in Italy.

  Rupert Cadell : No, no, I mean why are we eating off it?

  Brandon : Oh, I've turned the dining room into a library.

  Rupert Cadell : Trust you to find a new use for a chest. One was always turning up in the bedtime stories he told in prep school. 'The Mistletoe Bough', that was always your favorite tale, wasn't it?

  Janet : What was that one about? I don't remember exactly how it started. It was about a lovely young girl...

  Mr. Kentley : She was a bride-to-be. And on her wedding day, she playfully hid herself in a chest.

  Rupert Cadell : Yes, that's right.

  Mr. Kentley : Unfortunately, it had a spring lock. Fifty years later, they found her skeleton.

  Janet : I don't think I'll get that playful.

• Janet : I might have known you couldn't just give a party for Mr. Kentley. No, you'd have to add something that appealed to your warped sense of humor. Well, I hope you've enjoyed yourself, Brandon.

• Janet : [referring to Brandon]  Why can't he keep his hands off people?

• Janet : Hello, ducks. Angel!

  [hugs Brandon] 

  Janet : Be careful of my hair, it took hours. You smell dreamy. What is it?

  Brandon : That swill you gave me last Christmas.

  Janet : I always knew I had good taste.

• Kenneth : How's the new job?

  Phillip : What are you doing?

  Janet : Writing that same dreary column on how to keep the body beautiful.

  Phillip : For whom this time?

  Janet : Oh, an untidy little magazine known as 'Allure'.

• Janet : How many years has it been since I said, "Oh, it tickles"? And don't you tell me.

• Janet : May I use the phone?

  Brandon : Of course. It's in the bedroom.

  Janet : How cozy.

• Janet : Why did you invite Kenneth?

  Brandon : Why not?

  Janet : You know perfectly well why not. We called it quits ages ago and I'm practically engaged to his best friend.

  Brandon : David?

  Janet : Yes, David. Which makes everything just ginger-peachy.

• Mrs. Atwater : I have a confession to make. You know, I think I like Mason as much as Errol Flynn?

  Janet : I'll take Cary Grant, myself.

  Mrs. Atwater : Oh, so will I! Capricorn, the goat. He *leaps* divine! So much... Mmm!

• Mrs. Atwater : He was thrilling in that new thing with Bergman. What was it called now? "The Something of the Something." No, no, that's the other one. This was just plain "Something." You know, it was sort of - you know?

  Rupert Cadell : Right - right on the tip of my tongue.

  Janet : Mine, too. It was just plain "Something." I'm sure. I adored it.

• Janet : Why can't he keep his hands off people?

• Janet : Rupert, you're the end!

• Janet : How queer.

• Janet : My chin was about an inch from the ground. I just couldn't be the gay girl.

• Janet : You wouldn't know me these days. I'm a new woman. Punctual as a clock.

  Mrs. Atwater : That's very unfeminine, my dear.

  Mr. Kentley : Perhaps, but I prefer manners to femininity.