George: Why don’t you tell them the truth! Why don’t you tell them we’re a million miles from civilization with no chance of getting out of here alive. It’s slow starvation, that’s what it is! A slow horrible death!
Gloria: [Hysterical laughter] Well, that’s perfect. Just perfect. What a kick I’m going to get out of this. A year ago, a doctor gave me six months to live — that was a year ago! I’m already six months to the good. I’m on velvet! I haven’t got a thing to lose! But you, you the noble animals of the human race, what a kick I’m going to get out of watching you squirm for a change! What a kick! [Hysterical laughter]
Mr. Chips: You must go. Goodbye, Kathy.
Katherine: Goodbye, Mr. Chips. [She kisses him.]
Mr. Chips: Miss Kathy! Kathy! You. . .you kissed me!
Katherine: I know, it was dreadful of me.
Mr. Chips: Oh, no. . . but do you. . . are we. . . oh, this is awful. Look here. you’ll have to marry me now, you know!
Katherine: Do you want to?
Mr. Chips: Do I?! Do you?
Katherine: Dreadfully! Goodbye, my dear!
Mr. Chips: Oh Kathy, you can’t go now!
Mr. Chips: Goodbye!
Adam Belinski: What made you think you were out of place?
Cluny Brown: Oh, I didn’t think I was. It’s Uncle Arn. He’s always telling me, “Cluny Brown, you don’t know your place. Think of your place. Cluny Brown, you ought to learn your place.”
Adam Belinski: Where does Uncle Arn think your place is?
Cluny Brown: He didn’t say.
Adam Belinski: Because he doesn’t know. Nobody can tell you where your place is. Where is my place? Where is anybody’s place? I’ll tell you where it is. Wherever you’re happy, that’s your place. And happiness is a matter of purely personal adjustment to your environment. You’re the sole judge. In Hyde Park, for instance. Some people like to feed nuts to the squirrels. But if it makes you happy to feed squirrels to the nuts, who am I to say nuts to the squirrels?