Richard Jordan: Howard Prescott

The Secret of My Success

Howard Prescott

Howard Prescott: Let me get this straight - Brantley is Whitfield?
Brantley Foster: That's right. Brantley is Whitfield; Whitfield is Brantley.
Vera Prescott: And Christy is the bimbo! Well, now that we've all had Mouseketeer roll call, I'm just going to go call my lawyer.
Howard Prescott: [lying] No, wait a minute. Christy is not the bimbo I was screwing around with at the office.
Christy Wills: People better stop calling me bimbo!
Howard Prescott: It was an entirely different bimbo altogether.
Vera Prescott: That's fine; how many bimbos would you say there were?
Howard Prescott: I misspoke myself. There weren't any bimbos at all.
Brantley Foster: Except Christy.
Howard Prescott: Right. No!

Howard Prescott: What you are doing in here?
Vera Prescott: [half naked] Feeling romantic...
Howard Prescott: Oh. What's for dinner?
Vera Prescott: Ohh, Howard! You really know how to sweep a girl back onto her feet.

Christy Wills: You want me to spy on him?
Howard Prescott: No, I don't want you to spy on him. I want you to get to be friends with him, and then rifle through his papers and tell me what you find.

Vera Prescott: I admit I felt *some* attraction towards Brantley at the beginning. But as you always told me, Howard, "Love is love, but business is business." You've run Daddy's company into the ground, Howard, and I believe these people here can bring it back to where it belongs again. So, UP Howard! Out of that chair!
Howard Prescott: Don't be ridiculous! I'm not about to resign my position!
Vera Prescott: Oh, you don't have to, Howard. You're fired!
Howard Prescott: Vera! You can't!
Vera Prescott: Oh, yes I can!
[to Davenport]
Vera Prescott: You see, Mr. Davenport, as of this afternoon *I* control 50.1% of the voting stock!
[to Art Thomas]
Vera Prescott: You too, Art! You're *history*!