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Everybody Sing (1938)
Reginald Owen: Hillary Bellaire
Quotes
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Hillary Bellaire : Olga!
Olga Chekaloff : All right, all right, I know, my cap's on crooked.
Hillary Bellaire : Good heavens, what next?
Olga Chekaloff : Meatballs!
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Hillary Bellaire : Quiet, quiet! Is this a madhouse?
Olga Chekaloff : Yes sir. I mean no sir.
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Hillary Bellaire : What a household. Servants butting in, telling you how things should be done.
John Fleming : Well, after all, they represent the masses. Do you know what I mean by the masses? People who are not actors. There are dozens of them and they come in very handy at the box office. Strangely enough, if they don't like a show, the show closes. Moliere, if you remember, used to ask the advice of his cook.
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Diana Bellaire : Only a woman suffers as a woman can - quietly, deeply, bravely.
Hillary Bellaire : I wrote those lines too.
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Hillary Bellaire : I'd like that speech better if I hadn't written it myself.
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Judy Bellaire : I've got to tell somebody and Mummy won't listen.
Hillary Bellaire : All right, bunch of sweetness, get it off your chest.
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Diana Bellaire : Anyway, the trouble isn't with the acting, its where Sylvia steals Jerrold away from me. The audience won't believe it. Not for a moment!
John Fleming : And why? Because you insisted upon Hillary making Sylvia your sister instead of your daughter.
Diana Bellaire : He had to make her my sister. I couldn't have a daughter that old.
Hillary Bellaire : But, she is your daughter, isn't she?
Diana Bellaire : Oh, don't evade the question!
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[repeated line]
Hillary Bellaire : Olga! Bicarbonate soda!
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Judy Bellaire : You can't hold me down! I'm going up! Up! Up!
Hillary Bellaire : You bet you're going up! Up, up to your room and stay there! Do you know what's going to happen to you, young lady? You're going to be sent to a place where there isn't any jazz! To - to-to - where isn't there any jazz?
Diana Bellaire : I'm sure I don't know, dear.
Hillary Bellaire : Anyway, you're going there. Now, up to your room!
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Olga Chekaloff : Mr. Bellaire, the monkey men are here.
Hillary Bellaire : The monkey men? What the devil do we want with monkey men?
Diana Bellaire : We need another monkey. The one we rehearsed with last night, bit poor, dear Jerrold.
Hillary Bellaire : Good! I'll give the monkey a run of the play contract. Send the monkeys away.
Olga Chekaloff : Yes sir. Ders one thing ve don't need in dis house, it's more monkeys.