Man of the World (1931)

William Powell: Michael Trevor

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• Irene Hoffa : What are you driving at?

  Michael Trevor : Meaning?

  Irene Hoffa : I wasn't born yesterday.

  Michael Trevor : You have a gift for unnecessary remarks.

  Irene Hoffa : Never mind my gift.

  Michael Trevor : All right. We'll never mind all your gifts.

• Michael Trevor : I suppose Paris means something different for everyone. For you, I imagine it means clothes. To Mr. Reynolds, uh, an interlude. Pause between business deals. To your uncle, I daresay it means, uh, change.

  Mary Kendall : And to you?

  Michael Trevor : I don't know. There was a time when it meant everything: gaiety, glamour, adventure. Now...

  Mary Kendall : And now?

  Michael Trevor : Now it's just a place to live - and eat onion soup at 1:00 in the morning. In America at this hour I suppose it would mean chop suey.

  Frank Reynolds : Give me chop suey every time.

• Michael Trevor : Years ago I used to be a - a reporter. After we put the paper to bed at night, we used to stop in at a little place on the corner for chop suey and, uh...

  Frank Reynolds : Foo young.

  Michael Trevor : Foo young. I hadn't thought of that for years.

  Mary Kendall : I suppose living in Paris makes up for not having a bowl of chop suey.

  Michael Trevor : I suppose so. It's not the chop suey you miss. It's what it stands for. Home. America. Friends. Fellows I used to know. Plain things without sauces.

• Michael Trevor : Bon soir, Marie.

  Hatcheck girl : [Taking his hat and coat]  Bon soir, Monsieur Trevor. How is every little thing, big boy? Hotsy-totsy?

  Michael Trevor : Hmm. You're getting on, Marie.

  Hatcheck girl : Thank you.

• Harry Taylor : Paris is certainly a liberal education. Isn't it? I thought I'd seen a lot, but let me tell you. These Frenchmen...

  Michael Trevor : Uh, French.

  Harry Taylor : And how!

• Harry Taylor : There was a little redhead at the Folies-Bergere the other night. And let me tell you...

  Michael Trevor : Ah, yes. I know. I know.

• Michael Trevor : You mean to say that you, uh, don't find even a trace of that 'je ne sais quoi' for which France is so famous?

  Harry Taylor : Not a jenny.

• Michael Trevor : Somehow I, uh, couldn't recall what it was I had forgotten.

  Irene Harper : I hope your fit of aphasia didn't include Harry Taylor.

• Michael Trevor : You are a silly little girl, aren't you?