Ed Mobely: You know, you have very nice legs.
Nancy Liggett: Aren’t you sweet.
Ed Mobely: Nice nylon stockings too. What holds your stockings up?
Nancy Liggett: There’s a lot your mother should have told you.
Ed Mobely: I didn’t ask my mother. I asked you. It’s, uh, simply a matter of scientific research.
Milly: Burt, please don’t come back anymore.
Milly: I mean it! Don’t come back.
Burt: Can’t you–
Milly: Find a girl your own age. There must be plenty of them. It’s a big city.
Burt: Oh, now, listen, Milly–
Milly: You’re just lonesome. That’s all. Alright, I’m lonesome, too. But we can’t have loneliness pushing us together because it wouldn’t keep us together. Just loneliness reaching out for loneliness. I’m used to being alone.
Burt: That isn’t it at all!
Milly: If you knew a girl your own age, you wouldn’t want me and that isn’t fair. So please, before things get any more complicated–
Burt: But, Milly, I–
Milly: Please, I mean it!
So I have watched this film every year around Passover for as long as I can remember. I love it dearly. I was lucky enough to see it on the big screen at the Castro Theatre here in San Francisco yesterday in gorgeous restoration (it’s a shame my DVD screencaps below aren’t from the restoration; they pale in comparison to what I saw projected yesterday). The Ten Commandments was the highest grossing film of 1956 and was nominated for seven Academy Awards, winning one: Best Sound, Best Film Editing, Best Color Cinematography, Best Color Art Director, Best Color Costume Design, Best Special Effects (won) and Best Picture. The other films nominated for Best Picture that year were: Friendly Persuasion, Giant, The King and I and winner Around the World in Eighty Days.
Silva Vacarro: You make me think of cotton. No. . .no fabric or cloth. . .not even satin or silk. . .no kind of fiber, not even a cotton fiber. . .has the absolute delicacy of your skin.
Baby Doll: Should I say thanks, or something?
Silva Vacarro: Just smile. You’ve got an attractive smile. . .and dimples. . .oh, yes, you do. Smile, Mrs. Meighan. There, you see, you do have them.
Baby Doll: Please, don’t touch me, I don’t like to be touched.
Silva Vacarro: Why do you giggle?
Baby Doll: You make me feel kind of hysterical.
Silva Vacarro: I do?
Baby Doll: Mr. Vacarro. . .
Silva Vacarro: Yes?
Baby Doll: I think I’ll go and make us some lemonade. [he stops her] What did you do that for?
Silva Vacarro: I don’t want to be deprived of the pleasure of your company. Not yet.
Baby Doll: Mr. Vacarro, you certainly are getting familiar.
Silva Vacarro: Don’t you have a little fun-loving spirit?
Baby Doll: This isn’t fun.
Silva Vacarro: Why do you giggle, then?
Baby Doll: Because I’m ticklish.
Silva Vacarro: Ticklish? Don’t be so skittish.
Baby Doll: All right, I’ll get up then.
Silva Vacarro: Go on. . .
Baby Doll: I feel so weak.