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I have made enough faces.
Everett Sloane - he was good - pills. Margaret Sullivan, pills. Lupe Velez, a lot of pills.
I would have my secretary do it, but she's dead.
"You're the Top. Baby. You're The Top." The end.
"McGregor, killed by Mrs. Baines" ... and the date.
And that's for not calling the liquor store!
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
Maybe we're not supposed to sleep so well.
I'm afraid the doctor is unavailable. Would you like to speak with Mr. Hyde?
The carrot has mystery. Flowers are essentially tarts...prostitutes for the bees.
There is a scene in which a turkey is chased around a room. Not everyone will care for this.
She is strong as a cow, and just as amiable.
While putting my pants on, I yodel a chanson.
You stink of horse.
...so love has certainly taken the ginger out of her!
The back of my neck told me. The part that I talk out of.
Call me when you change one of your minds.
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.
Footman...shine my shoe. Shine my shoe.
Play with the whip.
It is I! It is me! It is Carla G�teborg!
Oh so we know French in Balham but not Latin?
Would anyone like to see Mr. Simpson harvest a soul?
I've been married to one Marxist and one Fascist, and neither one would take the garbage out.
Please! You're not at home!
I don't seem able to strike the congenial note.
The trick is to not mind the pain.
Psychic Fair Canceled Due To Unforeseen Circumstances
She wept with delight when you gave her a smile and trembled with fear at your frown.
You're never going to get me to do what Swedish people do.
The money is quickly spent but the shame remains.
There are only two perversions: hockey on grass and ballet on ice.
Why are you eying my lemon drink?
Two hours on the court and then an hour of constructive criticism.
Have no fear, little one. I am here to protect thee.
If the wonder is gone when the truth is known, there never was any wonder.
If you can't get rid of the skeleton in your closet, you'd best teach it to dance.
You may as well go to perdition in ermine; you're sure to come back in rags.
Oh look, the neighbors are recording us.
You must sing him your prettiest songs, then perhaps he will want to marry you.
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Ford Star Jubilee: High Tor (1956)
Charming songs, unusual story and a fresh Julie Andrews
First, to correct some errors in the prior reviews, this production was not broadcast live but shot on film and edited as any film would be. It was rehearsed and filmed in 1955 before Julie Andrews, then 20, went into rehearsal for the original Broadway production of My Fair Lady, which opened just five days after High Tor was broadcast.
There had been some talk along the way of releasing High Tor theatrically instead, but this would surely have been a mistake, as the look of the production is very drab, and projecting it on a movie screen (which is how I myself saw it) only draws attention to the inadequate budget. It is about as cinematic as an episode of The Andy Griffith Show.
The strong points of this musical version of High Tor include an excellent score (including the rather "September Song"-like "When You're in Love") and the first film appearance of Ms. Andrews, whose charm and voice more than make up for her slightly stiff and conventional approach to her acting. By her own account and the accounts of others, she would grow greatly as an actress immediately after High Tor, under the guidance of My Fair Lady's director Moss Hart. Even so, audiences used to actress/singers such as Jane Powell and Kathryn Grayson must have been dazzled by Andrews' freshness.
The story's combination of mysticism, environmentalism, romance and slapstick (courtesy of comic villain Hans Conried) is slightly indigestible but unusual enough to be engaging for ninety minutes.
I recuse myself from commenting on Mr. Crosby, since his appeal has always eluded me.