Easy Virtue Quotes

Mrs. Whittaker: Smile, Marion.

Marion Whittaker: I don't feel like smiling.

Larita Whittaker: The pleasure is all mine.

Mrs. Whittaker: Oh, you're American.

Mrs. Whittaker: You're smiling, Jim.

Mr. Whittaker: Oh God forbid. The wind might change.

Phillip Hurst: Game one of the Antarctic open, Mr Whitaker to South.

[John serves straight into Hilda's backside]

Hilda Whittaker: Oooow!

Phillip Hurst: Hole in one!

John Whittaker: Deuce

Phillip Hurst: [continues to comment as they play] I see your pair of deuces, and I raise you a tenner... The titanic could've hit that... Sarah, you're an embarrassment to the Hurst family name, I'm going to have you killed.

Mrs. Whittaker: Smile, Marion.

Marion Whittaker: I don't feel like smiling.

Mr. Whittaker: You're English dear, fake it.

Mrs. Whittaker: What am I supposed to do with the bauble of a woman?

Mr. Whittaker: Hang her?

Hilda Whittaker: I think she's splendid.

Mrs. Whittaker: Oh! Do you, Hilda? Well, we can relax.

Marion Whittaker: She's not what I expected.

Mrs. Whittaker: She's exactly what I expected.

Mr. Whittaker: Surely, not exactly! She wasn't drunk.

Larita Whittaker: Cook, I can't call you a verb, your name?

Cook: Beatrice.

[Everyone stares]

Cook: All right, all right, it's Doris. Sorry madam. Always wanted to be called Beatrice.

Larita Whittaker: You should have loved me more.

John Whittaker: I couldn't have loved you more.

Larita Whittaker: You should have loved me better.

Mrs. Whittaker: But what will John do in the city?

Larita Whittaker: Work. It's not uncommon.

Mr. Whittaker: Apparently, I'm of the romantic Lost Generation.

Larita Whittaker: What did you lose?

Mr. Whittaker: I'm not sure.

John Whittaker: Marion, Larita's first husband died of cancer. Stop being so callus.

Larita Whittaker: Oh, come now John, I'm sure Marion can appreciate the pain of watching a loved one slip through her fingers.

Mrs. Whittaker: Is it true you've had as many lovers as they say?

Larita Whittaker: [gets up from the dinner table] Of course it's not true, Mrs. Whitaker. Hardly any of them actually loved me.

Larita Whittaker: People are so universally similar when their guard is down.

Mr. Whittaker: Seems they are universally similar when their guard is up, as well.

Lord Hurst: Just look at this turnout...

Mrs. Whittaker: Hmm... they've only come for a repeat performance of the Cincinnati Succubus.

Mrs. Whittaker: So speaks the siren leading the sailors to their death.

Larita Whittaker: Well, at least I'm not Medusa turning them to stone.