The Snows of Kilimanjaro (1952)

Ava Gardner: Cynthia Green

Quotes 

• Cynthia Green : I'm Cynthia. Cynthia Green.

  Harry Street : Cyn. That's nice.

• Cynthia Green : it's funny. When you touch me, I still turn giddy. I could be dying, and if you touch me, I turn giddy.

• Cynthia Green : Why didn't you ask me to go with you?

  Harry Street : Darling, there's a war going on there.

  Cynthia Green : There's a war goung on here too right at this table! There's a dandy little war going on!

• Cynthia Green : What is the matter with me, Mr. Johnson?

  Johnson : Everybody isn't required to like Africa, you know.

  Cynthia Green : I try to put on a show because I know he loves it so. But all of it - the hunting, the killing - terrifies me.

  Johnson : See here, this thing that he was talking about - the excitement - call it courage. The way he feels, it is a man's feeling, natural in a man, grows in a man, and makes him a man. Not particularly to his credit if he has it but something lacking if he hasn't. A woman shows her courage in other ways, - many ways.

• Harry Street : [talking about their African trip]  There's a wonderful book in it. Maybe I'll write it some day.

  Cynthia Green : Darling!

  Harry Street : Don't spoil it! Don't talk it all away!

• Cynthia Green : Darling, I was so wrong about the child! I know that God would punish me!

• Cynthia Green : [of the saxophone player]  Hasn't that African got any piety at all?

• Cynthia Green : You'd better take this from me. I sometimes drink too much.

• Harry Street : Everybody's trying something over here. Or at least trying to try. What are you trying to do? Are you trying to paint?

  Cynthia Green : No, I'm not trying to paint.

  Harry Street : Are you trying to sculpt?

  Cynthia Green : No, I'm not trying to sculpt.

  Harry Street : Well, then you must be trying to write too.

  Cynthia Green : No. I'm only trying to be happy.

  Harry Street : Well, everybody's trying something.

• Harry Street : You know, in Paris, nobody ever thinks of suggesting just going home - to rest.

  Cynthia Green : May I have a cigarette?

  [Harry gives Cynthia a cigarette, takes one for himself, lights both at the same time with one match, as the both stare into each others eyes] 

• Harry Street : I'm remembering my manners. Are you - Compton's lady?

  Cynthia Green : No. I'm not particularly Compton's lady. I'm not Compton's lady at all. I'm my own lady.

• Cynthia Green : I'm not completely idle. I - I pose sometimes.

  Harry Street : In what my maiden aunt calls "the altogether" ?

  Cynthia Green : Sometimes.

  Harry Street : Well, we all have to make our way with whatever we were given.

• Harry Street : Could you - conceivably picture yourself as Harry's lady?

  Cynthia Green : Will you be kind to me? I think I'm a little afraid of you.

• Cynthia Green : Can I fix you a drink?

  Harry Street : It's a little bit early, isn't it?

  Cynthia Green : It seems to me to be just about the right time. Do you object?

• Cynthia Green : I'm going to have a baby.

  Johnson : What?

  Cynthia Green : We came to Africa for trophies. Harry's got his, and I've got mine.

• Cynthia Green : It was an accident. I stumbled.

• Harry Street : Darling, you shouldn't drink too much.

  Cynthia Green : No, no. I shouldn't do a lot of things too much. I shouldn't love you too much. I'm awfully bad for you. We're so hopelessly in love, and we can't make it work.

• Cynthia Green : It's very sad. You with your ambition, me with my guilt. A lot of things are sad.

• Cynthia Green : You know, darling, I think that dancer likes me.

  Harry Street : All right. The dancer likes you. I like you too, darling.

  Cynthia Green : Yes, but his liking is new, and yours is old. An old, old story that's ending.

• Cynthia Green : Blessed Mary, Mother of God. Blessed Mary, Mother of God. Oh, please, let Harry find me.

• Cynthia Green : In thy great bleeding heart, please find room for my prayer.