Maytime in Mayfair (1949)

Anna Neagle: Eileen Grahame

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• Eileen Grahame : It might interest you to know that her name is Lady Manbury-Logan-Manbury.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh. It may interest you to know that my name is mud.

• Eileen Grahame : Come this way. What is your name besides mud?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Michael. What's yours?

  Eileen Grahame : Mine?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yes.

  Eileen Grahame : Eileen Grahame.

  Michael Gore-Brown : With an "E" at the end?

  Eileen Grahame : With an "E" on the end.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Ah, Eileen Grahame. That fits you perfectly. Don't let them do a thing to it.

  Eileen Grahame : Thank you. I have no intention of letting anyone do anything to it.

• Eileen Grahame : What is your name besides Michael?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Gore-Brown.

  Eileen Grahame : With an "E" at the end?

  Michael Gore-Brown : No. It's a tragedy, there's no "E" at...

  Eileen Grahame : Gore... Gore-Brown. Oh, are you our Mr. Gore-Brown?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yes, I hope so.

• Eileen Grahame : Oh, we were expecting you. Come this way.

  Michael Gore-Brown : No thanks. Uh, I think it's very comfortable here.

  Eileen Grahame : Well, I think you'll be more comfortable in the office.

  Michael Gore-Brown : I don't think so. You see, I'm a little bit scared of meeting the old battle-ax.

  Eileen Grahame : What old battle-ax?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, the manageress.

  Eileen Grahame : Oh, I see. Oh well, follow me.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, I suppose it's best to get it over with.

• Michael Gore-Brown : Hey. What's her name? Will I stand at attention and call her "sir?"

  Eileen Grahame : Her name is Grahame. Uh, with an "E."

  Michael Gore-Brown : Not Eileen Grahame?

  Eileen Grahame : Yes. I am the manageress, Mr. Gore-Brown.

• Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, Miss Grahame. Just one last question. Uh, where do I keep my petty cash?

  Eileen Grahame : [Points to the desk drawer]  You, uh, you will make a note of what you take won't you Mr. Gore-Brown?

  [He empties the cash box in his pocket] 

• Michael Gore-Brown : [D'Arcy is singing in his salon across the street]  Great Scott, what's that?

  Eileen Grahame : That's Sir D'Arcy Davenport, our most serious opposition. His salon is just across the way.

  Michael Gore-Brown : It's a bit late for his bath, isn't it?

  Eileen Grahame : Sir D'Arcy always sings to his clients. He says it breaks down sales resistance.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Seems a bit unethical to me.

  Eileen Grahame : It's very successful.

• Eileen Grahame : [Referring to D'Arcy]  Extremely good dressmaker.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Sweeney Todd wasn't a bad barber.

• Nightclub doorman : [Eileen and Michael get out of taxi]  Excuse me, Miss Grahame, but didn't I just see you come out?

  Eileen Grahame : Don't apologize, Jimmy. You did.

• Nigchtclub doorman : [Eileen and Michael have just hurried out of the club]  Why, Miss Grahame, didn't I talk to you just...

  Eileen Grahame : Yes, Jimmy, you did.

  Nigchtclub doorman : Thought so. Taxi sir, or are you going back again?

  Michael Gore-Brown : No, we just came out.

• Eileen Grahame : I suppose you do know I work for my living?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, don't worry about that. I'll have a word with your boss. I know him well.

• Michael Gore-Brown : [Lunges into taxi beside Eileen]  Hello. Mind if I share your taxi?

  Eileen Grahame : You haven't given me much choice, have you? Where can I drop you?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, I don't wanna be dropped.

  Eileen Grahame : Don't you?

  Michael Gore-Brown : No. That's why I'm here.

  Eileen Grahame : Then you can drop me.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, that's not a good idea either.

• Michael Gore-Brown : Did you hear that loud, roaring, rushing noise?

  Eileen Grahame : No. What was it?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Me, starting to breathe again.

  Eileen Grahame : How often do you stop breathing?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Very seldom.

• Michael Gore-Brown : [Pointing to Eileen's apartment number, 13A]  Oooh! Ouch! Look!

  Eileen Grahame : My lucky number.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Are you superstitious?

  Eileen Grahame : Me? Aren't you?

  Michael Gore-Brown : No. It's unlucky to be superstitious.

• Mrs. Anstruther : [as Eileen walks up]  Miss Grahame, who is this man?

  Michael Gore-Brown : But...

  Mrs. Anstruther : Will you be quiet?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Will you...

  Eileen Grahame : Well, Mrs. Anstruther, this is Mr. Gore-Brown, the new owner of this business.

  Mrs. Anstruther : Oh, is he?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yes. Our new policy is honesty above everything.

  Mrs. Anstruther : Good morning, Miss Grahame. You needn't proceed with my order. Perhaps Major Davenport will be more appreciative of my patronage.

• Eileen Grahame : [Following Mrs. Anstruther as Michael slinks away up the stairs]  But Mrs. Anstruther Mr. Gore-Brown really doesn't understand.

• Eileen Grahame : Mr. Gore-Brown, I feel you should know that in the last few minutes, your gross income has dropped 1,200 pounds a year.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Why?

  Eileen Grahame : Mrs. Anstruther.

  Michael Gore-Brown : I'm sorry, but she looked terrible. My old Aunt Prudence used to say...

  Eileen Grahame : Whatever your old Aunt Prudence said, if Mrs. Anstruther thinks she looks wonderful in white, she looks wonderful in white.

  Michael Gore-Brown : I only intended to help. I'd do the same for a lame dog...

  Eileen Grahame : It's quite apparent that you do not approve of the old-fashioned policy of this establishment. Though we find that the customer can never be wrong under any circumstance.

• Eileen Grahame : The important thing is the skirt. Now that's our top secret. Our skirts are going to be 13 inches from the ground.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : [Entering the office]  I say, that sounds rather unlucky, doesn't it? Well, what's the matter?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Henry, don't ever do that again. Men have been shot for less.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I merely said the...

  Michael Gore-Brown : You're spying.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I rather resent that.

  Eileen Grahame : Henry, did you overhear what I was saying?

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Well, I heard you say something about skirt length being 13 inches off...

  Michael Gore-Brown : [and Eileen]  Ssshh!

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Well, for goodness said. What difference does it make whether skirts are 13 or 30 inches off the ground?

  Michael Gore-Brown : You'd be surprised.

• Eileen Grahame : Henry, can you keep your mouth shut?

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I think I'm...

  Eileen Grahame : Sorry! I'm sure you can.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : ...It might interest you to know that my great grandfather was known to his intimates...

  Michael Gore-Brown : I know. The original Clam Chowder.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Yes. And I shall be grateful if you would avoid linking my great grandfather with this rag trade.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Well, you linked him first.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Oh, did I?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yes.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : He'll never forgive me.

• Eileen Grahame : Oh, you don't know anything about me.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yeah, that's quite true. Then, on the other hand, Stanley didn't know much about Livingston. But he knew him when he found him.

  Eileen Grahame : And they happened to be alone in the jungle at the time - it helped.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yes, that's quite so.

  Eileen Grahame : Really, I wouldn't quite know how to behave in the jungle.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Wouldn't you? Oh, it's as easy as pie. I'd just come up to you and raise my pith helmet and say, "Miss Eileen Grahame, I presume? I've been looking at you for a long, long time."

  Eileen Grahame : What'll I say?

  Michael Gore-Brown : For instance...

• Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, I'm so sorry. Yes, never play a love scene on an empty stomach.

  Eileen Grahame : Is this a love scene?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, yeah. 'Tis where I'm sitting.

• Michael Gore-Brown : May I ask you an outrageous question?

  Eileen Grahame : [Looks at him askance]  Yes.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Well, how do you feel about D'Arcy?

  Eileen Grahame : I've known him a long time.

  Michael Gore-Brown : That all?

  Eileen Grahame : Yes, that's all. Except of course, every time I meet him, he offers me a partnership.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Business or domestic?

  Eileen Grahame : Business.

• Eileen Grahame : Well, what will you have?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, uh, what are you gonna have?

  Eileen Grahame : Nothing in your line.

  Michael Gore-Brown : How do you know?

  Eileen Grahame : I'm gonna have a nice cup of tea.

  Michael Gore-Brown : ...Oh, that's just my cup of tea.

  Eileen Grahame : All right.

  Michael Gore-Brown : But I was thinking. I know all about making tea.

  Eileen Grahame : You do?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Yes, yes, you use some tea and add some water.

  Eileen Grahame : Well, what a mouthful. I've never heard of tea made that way before.

• D'Arcy Davenport : Orchids and ermine. Exquisite! Oh, oh, I must sing.

  Eileen Grahame : No, D'Arcy. Please don't sing.

  D'Arcy Davenport : Not sing?

  Eileen Grahame : N... no, I... I implore you not to sing.

  D'Arcy Davenport : Well, why not?

  Eileen Grahame : Well, you might wake people up and...

  D'Arcy Davenport : Oh, darling, didn't you know. Nobody ever sleeps in Paris.

  [He starts playing the piano and singing] 

  D'Arcy Davenport : Amour, amour...

  Michael Gore-Brown : [From the hallway outside Eileen's suite door, in a very high-pitched tone]  Amour, amour...

• D'Arcy Davenport : Eileen. Did my eyes deceive me, or did that fellow actually kiss you?

  Eileen Grahame : There's nothing wrong with your eyesight, D'Arcy.

• Eileen Grahame : [as they walk through the jail]  Quite a place you have here, inspector.

  Inspector : Yes. All the rooms are booked just now. But if you'd care to pay us a visit, we'll find accommodations for you - if you just give us notice.

• Michael Gore-Brown : [In his jail cell, drawing a wedding dress on the wall, as Eileen and the inspector enter]  Hello. They got you too?

  Eileen Grahame : Not yet. But I got an invitation from the inspector.

• Eileen Grahame : According to the Dresser's Record this morning, the new colors this autumn are going to be Elephant's Breath, uh Toad Brown, Moth's Slime, Frog Green and Drink of Wine.

• Eileen Grahame : Well, I'm leaving you.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Leaving me?

  Eileen Grahame : Yes. You can run this place yourself. Or better still, have a loud speaker to do it for you. You'll find that even more effective.

• Janet : And what a mess we've got into since you've been away.

  Eileen Grahame : Well, where is Mr. Gore-Brown? Is he in?

  Janet : In his office, with Mr. Keats and Mr. Shelley.

  Eileen Grahame : Well, who are they, Janet?

  Janet : Well, they're not the poets.