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Stella: You heard of that market crash in '29? I predicted that. Jeff: Oh, just how did you do that, Stella? Stella: Oh, simple. I was nursing a director of General Motors. Kidney ailment, they said. Nerves, I said. And I asked myself, "What's General Motors got to be nervous about?" Overproduction, I says; collapse. When General Motors has to go to the bathroom ten times a day, the whole country's ready to let go. Jeff: She's too perfect, she's too talented, she's too beautiful, she's too sophisticated, she's too everything but what I want. Stella: Is, um, what you want something you can discuss? Stella: When I married Miles, we were both a couple of maladjusted misfits. We are still maladjusted misfits, and we have loved every minute of it. Jeff: Would you fix me a sandwich, please? Stella: Yes, I will. And I'll spread a little common sense on the bread. Stella: When two people love each other, they come together - WHAM - like two taxis on Broadway. Lisa: How's your leg? Jeff: Hurts a little. Lisa: Your stomach? Jeff: Empty as a football. Lisa: And your love life? Jeff: Not too active. Lisa: Anything else bothering you? Jeff: Uh-huh, who are you? Jeff: He killed a dog last night because the dog was scratching around in the garden. You know why? Because he had something buried in that garden that the dog scented. Lt. Doyle: Like an old hambone? Jeff: I don't know what pet names Thorwald had for his wife. Stella: Let's go down there and find out what's burried in that garden. Lisa: Why not? I've always wanted to meet Mrs. Thorwald. Stella: Intelligence. Nothing has caused the human race so much trouble as intelligence. Lt. Doyle: Look, Miss Fremont, that feminine intuition stuff sells magazines, but in real life it's still a fairy tale. Jeff: She wants me to marry her. Stella: That's normal. Jeff: I don't want to. Stella: That's abnormal. Lisa: Today's a very special day. Jeff: It's just another Wednesday. The calendar's full of 'em. Jeff: When am I going to see you again? Lisa: [angry] Not for a long time... [softening] Lisa: at least not until tomorrow night. |
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