Movie Quote of the Day – Seance on a Wet Afternoon, 1964 (dir. Bryan Forbes)
Movie Quote of the Day – The Americanization of Emily, 1964 (dir. Arthur Hiller)
Mrs. Barham: After every war, you know we always find out how unnecessary it was and after this one, I’m sure all the generals will write books about the blunders made by other generals and statesmen will publish their secret diaries and it’ll show beyond any shadow of doubt that war could easily have been avoided in the first place. And, the rest of us, of course, will be left with the job of bandaging the wounded and burying the dead.
Lt. Cmdr. Charles Edward Madison: I don’t trust people who make bitter reflections about war, Mrs. Barham. It’s always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. It’s always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
Emily Barham: That was unkind, Charlie, and very rude.
Lt. Cmdr. Charles Edward Madison: We shall never end wars, Mrs. Barham, by blaming it on ministers and generals or warmongering imperialists or all the other banal bogeys. It’s the rest of us who build statues to those generals and name boulevards after those ministers. The rest of us who make heroes of our dead and shrines of our battlefields. We wear our widow’s weeds like nuns, Mrs. Barham and perpetuate war by exalting its sacrifices. My brother died at Anzio.
Emily Barham: I didn’t know that, Charlie.
Lt. Cmdr. Charles Edward Madison: Yes. An everyday soldier’s death, no special heroism involved. They buried what pieces they found of him. But my mother insists he died a brave death and pretends to be very proud.
Mrs. Barham: You’re very hard on your mother. It seems a harmless enough pretense to me.
Lt. Cmdr. Charles Edward Madison: No, Mrs. Barham. No. You see, now my other brother can’t wait to reach enlistment age. That’ll be in September.
Mrs. Barham: Oh, Lord.
Lt. Cmdr. Charles Edward Madison: Maybe ministers and generals blunder us into war, Mrs. Barham the least the rest of us can do is to resist honoring the institution. What has my mother got for pretending bravery was admirable? She’s under constant sedation and terrified she may wake up one morning and find her last son has run off to be brave. I don’t think I was rude or unkind before. Do you, Mrs. Barham?
Mrs. Barham: No.
Movie Quote of the Day – Hush. . .Hush, Sweet Charlotte, 1964 (dir. Robert Aldrich)
Miriam: Yes, I told Jewel. And I told your father too. Why wouldn’t I? After all, I wasn’t much more than a child then. And all I ever got in this house was people telling me how lucky I was and your father always favoring you and holding you up as an example! Why wouldn’t I tell him that his pure, darling little girl was having a dirty little affair with a married man?
Charlotte: You’re a vile, sorry little bitch!
Movie Quote of the Day – Marnie, 1964 (dir. Alfred Hitchcock)
Movie Quote of the Day – Dead Ringer, 1964 (dir. Paul Henreid)
Edith Phillips: I have a cocktail lounge on Figueroa called Edie’s.
Margaret DeLorca: A cocktail lounge? Why didn’t you ask me–
Edith Phillips: For the fare out of town? That last time I left Los Angeles, you met me at the station with the glad news that you were pregnant and that Frank was marrying you.
Margaret DeLorca: Oh, but Edith, that was twenty years ago!
Edith Phillips: To be exact, eighteen!
Margaret DeLorca: You really hate me, don’t you? You’ve never forgiven me in all these years.
Edith Phillips: Why should I? Tell me why I should.
Margaret DeLorca: We’re sisters!
Edith Phillips: So we are. And to Hell with you!
Movie Quote of the Day – Viva Las Vegas, 1964 (dir. George Sidney)
Movie Quote of the Day – Dear Heart, 1964 (dir. Delbert Mann)
Movie Quote of the Day – The Killers, 1964 (dir. Don Siegel)
Movie Quote of the Day – What A Way To Go!, 1964 (dir. J. Lee Thompson)
Louisa May Foster: And in all the fourteen years, you’ve never wanted to play anywhere else?
Pinky Benson: Oh, you mean the big time? Boy, why does everybody seem to think you have to want to play the big time? Why? You get to the top of the ladder and you’re a slave to your fans; you’ve got no life of your own. Then you’ve got to start worrying about staying up there. Oh, no. Not for me. I’m happy doing what I’m doing.