Double Wedding (1937)

William Powell: Charles Lodge

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Quotes 

• Margit Agnew : Mr. Lodge, I appeal to you as a gentleman.

  Charles Lodge : No-oh, I'm afraid you've got me confused with somebody else. I'm a vagrant.

• Charles Lodge : Women don't like noble, self-sacrificing men. Women are not civilized like we are. They like bloodshed. They like forceful men, like me.

• Charles Lodge : I remember men in our regiment who'd ride out across the sands against the Arabs to face a certain horrible death carrying a rose in their teeth.

  Margit Agnew : I seem to see you with spaghetti.

• Charles Lodge : Don't think, you're an actor.

• Charles Lodge : I was a professional guide in Paris at the time. I used to show people through the sewers.

  Margit Agnew : I can think of no one better qualified.

• Margit Agnew : You've made my life miserable from the moment you entered it. You spoiled everything I ever planned. You made me disbelieve everything I believed in. You said you wanted to marry my sister. Well, for Pete's sake, marry her and go to Hollywood.

  Charles Lodge : But I don't love Irene.

  Margit Agnew : What?

  Charles Lodge : I don't love Irene.

  Margit Agnew : Mr. Lodge, do you mean to tell me that you don't love my sister?

  Charles Lodge : Miss Agnew, I mean to tell you exactly that.

  Irene Agnew : And I'm not in love with him. I love Waldo.

  Charles Lodge : [looking at Margit]  And I love you.

  Margit Agnew : I beg your pardon?

  Charles Lodge : I love you.

  Margit Agnew : [sic]  I beg you pardon.

  Charles Lodge : Margit, I love you.

  Margit Agnew : [tearfully]  Well, why didn't you say so, you big grasshopper. I love you too.

• Margit Agnew : Adolescent bohemianism! Sleeping all day, drinking all night. Play-acting in garrets dressed up in our mother's clothes. It's called being an individual, isn't it, Mr. Lodge?

  Charles Lodge : Yeah, among other things.

• Margit Agnew : You're the lowest, most contemptible... You're beneath contempt. You haven't enough character for that. You dissolute, conceited... uh, vagrant.

  Charles Lodge : Did you hear what she called me? A vagrant.

• Charles Lodge : Who rang that gong?

  Margit Agnew : I did.

  Charles Lodge : Oh but you mustn't. It's for the telephone.

  Margit Agnew : Telephone?

  Charles Lodge : Well, yes. I get all my calls over at Spike's place. Whenever they want me on the telephone, they ring my gong. You mustn't.

• Charles Lodge : Oh well, don't you... don't you wanna talk about something?

  Margit Agnew : Yes. Do you take dope?

• Charles Lodge : Stonewall!

  Mrs. Kensington-Bly : Charlie!

  [both laugh and hug one another] 

  Mrs. Kensington-Bly : Why didn't you tell me it was Charlie Horse?

  Margit Agnew : Charlie Horse?

  Mrs. Kensington-Bly : Certainly!

  Margit Agnew : Then he's an Indian?

  Mrs. Kensington-Bly : Well, I'll say.

  Margit Agnew : He told me his name was Lodge.

  Charles Lodge : Well, it is Lodge.

  [to Mrs. Bly] 

  Charles Lodge : I told you all the time that my name was Lodge, but you insisted on calling me Horse.

  Mrs. Kensington-Bly : Well, you said I could call you Horse if I'd let you call me Stonewall Jackson.

  [both laugh heartily] 

  Margit Agnew : For the sake of my sanity, you two have met before?

  Mrs. Kensington-Bly : Paris. April. Oh, the happiest month of my life.

• Margit Agnew : Mr. Lodge, in January, 1931, you were in Paris. From there you went to Monte Carlo. And, on February 2nd of that year, you were in Berlin.

  Charles Lodge : Was that a crime?

  Margit Agnew : While you were in Monte Carlo, you gambled night and day. Do you deny that?

  Charles Lodge : No.

  Margit Agnew : Why did you do it?

  Charles Lodge : I wanted to win.

  Margit Agnew : Ah ha! Then, why did you leave for Berlin in such a hurry?

  Charles Lodge : Because I won.

  Margit Agnew : Oh.

• Charles Lodge : [on the phone]  Hello, Claire? How are you, darling?... This is Charlie... Charlie, Charlie Lodge. I used to be your husband. Remember?

• Charles Lodge : Now you look at a woman as if she had an overcoat on.

  Waldo Beaver : Well sometimes they do.

• Charles Lodge : Well, don't think. You're an actor. Go on!

• Charles Lodge : You're supposed to be an Arabian, old man. A hot-blooded Arabian.

• Charles Lodge : Why don't you stay and join our little troupe? You could be Lady Vere de Vere, Irene's snooty sister who is secretly a terrific drunk.

• Margit Agnew : Yes, I've known your type before. You call black "white" just to flatter your ego. Probably order pistachio ice cream when everyone else is eating vanilla.

  Charles Lodge : I like peppermint.

• Charles Lodge : Well, you see I've always had an idea that given the proper subject, I cold paint a really fine portrait. Now, I'm sure that under the inspiration of you and your hate, I cold paint as I've never painted before.

  Margit Agnew : Well, I hate you. What's your proposition?

• Charles Lodge : I give you my personal guarantee that after I work on you for one month, I'll forget Irene completely.

  Margit Agnew : I couldn't spare a month. Two weeks.

  Charles Lodge : I don't think I could forget her in two weeks. Let's split the difference. Make it three weeks.

  Margit Agnew : Very well, three weeks.

• Margit Agnew : One should know everything in advance, and plan accordingly.

  Charles Lodge : One should know nothing in advance, and plan accordingly.

• Margit Agnew : Oh, if you were only a man.

  Charles Lodge : If you weren't a woman.

• Charles Lodge : Now see hear, Miss Margit of Margit Incorporated. You can't dictate to love.

  Margit Agnew : I'm not interested in love.

  Charles Lodge : Well you should be. A woman as intelligent and beautiful as you are.

• Margit Agnew : I warn you. My patience is not inexhaustible.

  Charles Lodge : Well, neither is mine. After all, a man's home is his castle, even if it is on wheels.

• Charles Lodge : You must have some of this spaghetti. It's simply unparalleled.

  Margit Agnew : Not for breakfast. I eat normal digestible food.

  Charles Lodge : Well, it's awfully nice. Spike sent it over. He cooked it himself. It's lost a little of its curl but that's on account of the rain.

• Charles Lodge : You may think it very strange, but we blaggards are rather sentimental.

• Margit Agnew : In addition to being the most unhealthy, you're easily the most treacherous man I've ever known.

  Charles Lodge : I excel at everything I attempt. Have some more gorgonzola.

  Margit Agnew : [as she takes a piece of cheese]  I hate gorgonzola.

  Charles Lodge : [as he lifts the cheese tray to smell it]  Mmmm, the pearl of cheeses.

• Margit Agnew : Well, it was nice of you to come to my defense like that.

  Charles Lodge : Oh, shucks it weren't nothing'. Anyone in my place would have did the same.

  [the cast almost cracks up as he puts his hand on an inkpad] 

• Charles Lodge : People often say what they mean when they're out of their mind.

• Charles Lodge : [on the phone to Claire]  It made me think of the time we were hunting in Africa. And we got lost and had to spend the night in a tree because you were afraid of snakes. Remember? And you insisted upon coming down. You said you'd feel safer with the snakes. Remember?

• Charles Lodge : I met her in Bangkok. It was the rainy season.

• Charles Lodge : Miss Agnew, abuse me if you will, but do sit down.

• Charles Lodge : We're waiting for Waldo.

  Irene Agnew : Waldo, the worm.

• Margit Agnew : Officer, this man is drunk.

  Charles Lodge : Officer, I can explain everything.

  Mounted Policeman : Oh, a Red, huh?

• Charles Lodge : Too much smoking will ruin your heart.