Margaret Sullavan: Luisa

The Good Fairy

Luisa

Luisa: [In an energetic telling of a fairy tale for the other orphans] Wampa wampa, Wumpa wumpa, Eenie meenie minie mo; Sweet and faithful Rosalinda, Take me where I want to go.

Konrad: What does he do?
Luisa: Oh, my husband?
Konrad: Oh, well we're right back where we started. Certainly, your husband. What does he do?
Luisa: I never asked him.
Konrad: Oh, you never asked him. What does he do? I never asked him. When I say what does he do, I mean is he a butcher, a horse doctor, a dentist, or an undertaker, or what?
Luisa: What would you like him to be?
Konrad: What would I like him to be? Uh, whatever I'd like him to be, I mean, he would just be?
Luisa: He's very willing.
Konrad: Yes, well that always sounds bad. I suppose he'd be a deep-sea diver or something. That would give me a lot of trouble. Why couldn't you have married a lawyer or something?
Luisa: A lawyer? He is a lawyer.
Konrad: Well why didn't you say that in the first place?
Luisa: I was afraid maybe you didn't need one.
Konrad: What's his name?
Luisa: Oh, do you have to know his name?

Detlaff, the Waiter: What's your name?
Luisa: Luisa Ginglebusher.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Ginglebusher? Baron so and so, shake hands with, with Miss Ginglebusher? Never!
Luisa: Well, wh..
Detlaff, the Waiter: Don't mention your name to anybody. Just be aristocratic.
Luisa: I'll try.

Detlaff, the Waiter: [Standing and taking off his shoes] And now, I'm going to give you a dancing lesson.
Luisa: Can you dance?
Detlaff, the Waiter: I've been watching it long enough to know the gist.

Luisa: Oh, no, I've never been anywhere.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Really?
Luisa: Except to the asylum.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Huh?
Luisa: Where I came from.
Detlaff, the Waiter: [as he slowly takes a dinner knife from Luisa that she's been fiddling with] Ohhh. The asylum huh? Have you been out long?
Luisa: Just this morning.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Just this morning? And how does it feel to be out?
Luisa: Oh, wonderful.
Detlaff, the Waiter: It must be, uh, uh, cured of course?
Luisa: Huh?
Detlaff, the Waiter: I mean, you didn't run away or anything?
Luisa: Oh, no, I didn't run away. Some of the girls run away sometimes. They always bring them back.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Good.
Luisa: Well, I, I don't blame 'em much for running away. It isn't as much fun as you think being an orphan.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Orphan asylum?
Luisa: Why, naturally.
Detlaff, the Waiter: [Looking very relieved] I'm glad to hear it.

Detlaff, the Waiter: Say, would you like some beer and sandwiches?
Luisa: [Having dodged an aggressive Romeo, Caesar Romero] Oh, yes, with a face like yours.
Detlaff, the Waiter: What's the matter with my face?
Luisa: I like it.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Come on, then. I know a place with music.
Luisa: Oh, I love music.

Luisa: [Directing seating as an usherette, with her pointing arrow] Uh, you're supposed to go this way.
Detlaff, the Waiter: That way?
Luisa: Yes, sir
Detlaff, the Waiter: Why?
Luisa: Why?
Detlaff, the Waiter: Yes, why?
Luisa: Well, I, I, don't know, sir.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Then why do you do it?
Luisa: Well, it's orders.
Detlaff, the Waiter: You trying to give me orders?
Luisa: Oh, no, sir
Detlaff, the Waiter: Because I don't like being given orders. I take orders all day in the restaurant, and when it comes night time, I like to be free. Like the birds. Remember that.
Luisa: Yes, sir.

Konrad: Yes, certainly, his name.
Luisa: Do you have to know his name?
Konrad: Do I have to know his name? Luisa, really, sometimes, after all, you're a lit... -- do I have to know is name?
Luisa: Oh, heh, his name.
Konrad: Yes, certainly, his name. After all, it isn't as if I
[They are interrupted when a tipsy Dr. Metz bursts into room, followed by Detlaff]

Konrad: [after Detlaff leaves the private dining room] Did you notice that fellow's eyes? They're like angry marbles.
Luisa: No, I didn't notice.
Konrad: I think he's crazy. Bar none! Free for all! Any style! This is the worst hotel in the whole world.

Luisa: Are you a minister too?
Konrad: Well, no, not exactly, although people often take me for one. I'm, I'm in the meat business.
Luisa: Oh.
Konrad: Uh, strictly wholesale, of course.
Luisa: Eh, heh, you don't look like a butcher.
Konrad: A butcher? Who me? I, wh.., I, I'm in, uh importer and exporter.
Luisa: But of meat?
Konrad: Well, why not? Uh, heh, heh, are you a vegetarian or something?
Luisa: Oh, no, no, I, uh, meat is very nice.
Konrad: Heh, you darn tootin' it is.

Luisa: Oh, Detlaff, I'm so grateful to you. This has been the most wonderful evening in my whole life.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Not for me, it hasn't. I've never spent such an evening. This is positively the last time that I play nursemaid. If I ever do anything like this again you can call me a dish washer.

Konrad: Well, I'll see him in the morning, and I'll make him... I, I, I, I'll do anything for you. I'll make him General European Legal Representative.
Luisa: Ohhh! What does it mean?
Konrad: Well, it doesn't mean anything, but I'll make him something. Now, what's his name?
Luisa: Oh, his name?

Luisa: Look! Somewhere out there... Just think, somewhere out there in the night - maybe one of those twinkling lights, maybe one of those dark windows, is little Maxie, sleeping gently.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Little who?
Luisa: He's worried about his rent, or how he's going to eat tomorrow, or something like that. And he doesn't know, Detlaff - just think, he doesn't know.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Doesn't know what?
Luisa: That I'm watching over him while he sleeps. That I'm' taking care of him. That I'm his good fairy.

Luisa: Well, I mean, I suppose everybody really wants to do something for somebody naturally, because it makes you feel good, and all happy in your heart, and... well, I suppose everybody naturally wants to feel that way, don't you think?
Dr. Sporum: I believe one could say that with safety.

Luisa: Even if he doesn't like me anymore, he's got to keep his pencil sharpener, Detlaff.
Detlaff, the Waiter: Who thinks what? What do you mean, his pencil sharpener? The trouble with you is you've been drinking again.
Luisa: Don't be silly. If you start off to be a good fairy you can't stop right in the middle.
Detlaff, the Waiter: In the middle of what? Where does the pencil sharpener come in? You ought to go back in the asylum.