The Seven Year Itch (1955)

Yeah, I was good.

I can't get married in your mother's dress.

We can have it

altered.

Yeah, I know you don't.

Used to be in silent pictures.

Used to be big.

I am big.

It's the pictures that got small.

The first lesson to be derived from this present war is the futility of a stationary defense.

Suppose

I have to whack

you

over the

knuckles.

Suppose I must start crying and put my head in your shoulder.

Suppose you try putting it on my husband's shoulder.

That tears it.

I've lied to men who wear belts.

I've lied to men who wear suspenders.

But I'd never be so stupid as to lie to a man who wears both belts

and

suspenders.

I smoke.

I smoke all the time.

I don't

care.

I'd have known how much you talked.

I'd never have come out of my coma.

Paris is for lovers.

Maybe that's why I stayed only 35 minutes.

Doc, I don't want to kid us, but I

don't

like the looks of this.

Who beat you? Nobody beat me.

We were playing Pinochle.

It's a rough game.

I can never have children.

We can adopt some.

I think I would have learned by now.

When you're in love with a married man, you shouldn't wear mascara.

One's too many and a hundred's not enough.

My dear Sherlock, there are certain affairs that do not come within the province of the private detective.

But you don't understand, Osgood.

I'm a man.

Well, nobody's perfect.