The Spirit of St. Louis (1957)

[whimsical music] Osgood, I can't get married in your mother's dress.

We can have it altered.

Yeah? No, 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 bust out crying and put my head on 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 belt and suspenders.

I smoke.

I smoke all the time.

I don't care.

If 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 wanna kibitz, 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.

You think I would have learned by now.

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

Once 2 million, 100'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.

How I'm a man.

Well, nobody's perfect.

[dramatic music]