Maytime in Mayfair (1949)

Nicholas Phipps: Sir Henry Hazelrigg

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• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : ...and this fellow actually came to the Viceroy's party wearing suede shoes.

  D'Arcy Davenport : Good grief.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Imagine turning up to ride an elephant wearing suede shoes.

  D'Arcy Davenport : Revolting. He was asked to leave of course?

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Of course!

• Michael Gore-Brown : I'll just get with the manager and tell him I'm selling the place out.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : It won't be a manager, you know?

  Michael Gore-Brown : What'll it be then?

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : A manageress.

• Michael Gore-Brown : [Clowning with Henry]  Henry!

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Yeah?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Is my slip showing?

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : What?

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : [Walks into office]  You know, I've been waiting here for nearly an hour? What've you been doing?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Henry, we're in the rag trade.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : What?

  Michael Gore-Brown : We are dressmakers.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Now that's a rotten thing to say, isn't it?

  Michael Gore-Brown : You may know all about figures, but nothing about haute couture.

• 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.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Gore-Brown, when you first lured me into this business, I thought I was going to like it.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Well?

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I don't like it.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Quiet, Henry. I'm busy with my crayon.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : How can you sit there with your crayon while the whole shop is full of grassy elephants and slime frogs and green toads and dregs of wine all over the carpet?

• 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.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Imagine turning up to ride an elephant in suede shoes.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : We've a gross miscarriage of justice.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, shut up, Henry.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Will you lend me a razor?

  Michael Gore-Brown : Oh, don't worry about shaving.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : I wasn't going to shave.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Well, cutting your throat won't do anybody else any good.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Oh, after all the work she's done... no, I can't bear it. Gore-Brown, if you won't lend me your razor, please lend me another.

  Michael Gore-Brown : Unhappily, mine's electric.

• Sir Henry Hazelrigg : A direct descendent of old Clam Chowder, a blabber and a fifth columnist. If this comes out, you know. I shall be ruined.

• Michael Gore-Brown : What do I find? Henry, she's a dish. He runs the whole business and does a spot of designing on the side. She reminds me a bit of Anna Neagle.

  Sir Henry Hazelrigg : Oh, and I suppose she cooks like a blue riband chef and dances like that Carmen Miranda woman?

  Michael Gore-Brown : I don't know about the cooking and I'll tell you about the dancing tomorrow.