The Music Man (1962)
Shirley Jones: Marian Paroo
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Quotes
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Marian Paroo : No, please, not tonight. Maybe tomorrow.
Harold Hill : Oh, my dear little librarian. You pile up enough tomorrows, and you'll find you've collected nothing but a lot of empty yesterdays. I don't know about you, but I'd like to make today worth remembering.
Marian Paroo : Oh, so would I.
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[in song]
Marian Paroo : Do you think that I'd allow a common masher - ? Now, really, Mama. I have my standards where men are concerned and I have no intention...
Mrs. Paroo : I know all about your standards and if you don't mind my sayin' so there's not a man alive who could hope to measure up to that blend of Paul Bunyan, Saint Pat, and Noah Webster you've concocted for yourself out of your Irish imagination, your Iowa stubbornness, and your li'berry full of books!
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Marian Paroo : The librarian hasn't felt much like doing research lately, but she did plenty when you first came here.
Harold Hill : What about?
Marian Paroo : Professor Harold Hill. Gary Conservatory of Music, gold medal class of '05. Harold, there wasn't any Gary Conservatory of Music in '05.
Harold Hill : Why, there most certainly w...
Marian Paroo : Because the town wasn't even built until '06. I tore this page out of an Indiana Journal. I was going to use it against you, but now I give to you with all my heart.
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[In song]
Marian Paroo : There was love all around, but I never heard it singing. No I never heard it at all, Till There Was You.
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Marian Paroo : I've never met a man who sells anvils before.
Charlie Cowell : Takes a real salesman, I can tell you that. Anvils have a limited appeal, you know.
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Marian Paroo : Good afternoon, Mrs. Shinn.
Mrs. Shinn : Don't change the subject.
Marian Paroo : [after Mrs. Shinn dumps a book on the counter] Is something the matter?
Mrs. Shinn : The same thing is the matter as is always the matter here. Look... . Is this the sort of book you give my daughter to read? This "Ruby-hat of Omar Khay-ay-ay-ay-" - I am appalled!
Marian Paroo : I *did* recommend it. It's beautiful Persian poetry.
Mrs. Shinn : It's dirty Persian poetry. People lying out in the woods, eating sandwiches? Getting drunk? With pitfall, and with gin? Drinking directly out of jugs with innocent young girls? No daughter of mine will...
Marian Paroo : Mrs. Shinn, the "Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam" is a classic.
Mrs. Shinn : [under her breath] ... It's a smutty book. Like most of the others you keep here, I dare say.
Marian Paroo : Honestly, Mrs. Shinn. Wouldn't you rather have your daughter read a classic than - than Elinor Glyn?
Mrs. Shinn : What Elinor Glyn reads is *her* mother's problem. Just you keep your dirty books away from *my* daughter.
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Mrs. Paroo : Library open later than usual tonight, dear?
Marian Paroo : It always is, Mama.
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Harold Hill : May one call upon you some evening?
Marian Paroo : Any night this week.
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Marian Paroo : Mr. Hill!
Harold Hill : Oh, please, please... "Professor."
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Marian Paroo : The one thing one must remember, no matter who one is or what one is working for, one can do anything if one puts one's mind to it.
Harold Hill : Miss Marian, if one could only tell you how much you've done for one.
