Kitty Foyle Quotes

  • Kitty Foyle: Boy or Girl?

    Dr. Mark Eisen: Boy. Almost lost the little fella. (Looks around the poor apartment) Mighta been better if he hadn't pulled through.

    Kitty Foyle: Don't say that, Mark. It's always better to pull through.

  • Tom Foyle: From now on, you're going to Sunday School every Sunday. Rain or shine, you're going.

    Kitty Foyle: But why, Pop?

    Tom Foyle: Well, it'll be giving you a little Christian upbringing. A sense of values.

    Kitty Foyle: Oh. And then you mean I won't ever sin or anything.

    Tom Foyle: Well, it might not keep you from sinning, but by Judas Priest, it'll keep you from getting any fun out of it.

  • Kitty Foyle: Pop, you might as well try to argue me out of a case of bronchitis. Because I love him.

    Tom Foyle: Judas Priest.

    Kitty Foyle: You said it.

    Tom Foyle: You mean you want to marry him?

    Kitty Foyle: Mm-hmm.

    Tom Foyle: Has he ever asked you to meet his family?

    Kitty Foyle: Well, I've never worried much about his family because I've always had a funny idea that I'm just as good as they are.

  • Kitty Foyle: Don't you worry about me, Pop. Because I can take care of myself all right. Good-bye, Pop. (Exits)

    Tom Foyle: Take care of yourself. By Judas Priest, you're going to break your heart.

  • Wyn Strafford: Until you can get another job...

    Kitty Foyle: What do you mean?

    Wyn Strafford: Why don't I just keep you on the payroll? It's no more than fair...

    Kitty Foyle: Just a minute, Wyn. You needn't worry about me. I'm free, white and 21 - almost. And I'll go on loving you from here on out - or until I stop loving you. But nobody owes a thing to Kitty Foyle, except Kitty Foyle.

  • Kitty Foyle: [voiceover] Oh, you may have shut the door on brother Wyn, but, honey, you certainly had no intention of locking it.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you this afternoon?

    Kitty Foyle: Yes.

  • Kitty Foyle: I thought we had a date tonight.

    Dr. Mark Eisen: What do you think's been going here for the last three hours?

    Kitty Foyle: Well, for one thing, I've slowly grown to hate you.

  • Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle: But Miss Foyle, thou art not being quite reasonable about this.

    Kitty Foyle: Says thou.

    Mr. Kennett, Wyn's Uncle: Miss Foyle, thy temper!

    Kitty Foyle: Mr. Kennet, thy foot!

  • Kitty Foyle: Let's get a few things straight here! I didn't ask to marry a Strafford, a Strafford asked to marry me. I married a man, not an institution or a trust fund or a bank. Oh, I've got a fine picture of your family conference here. All the Straffords trying to figure out how to take the curse off of Kitty Foyle. Buy the girl a phony education, polish off the rough edges. And make a Mainline doll out of her! Aww, you oughta know better than that! It takes six generations to make a bunch of people like you. And by Judas Priest, I haven't got that much time.

  • Kitty Foyle: There's a lot of living to do in this world. And if you're worthwhile, you get hurt.

  • Kitty Foyle: [Speaking about children] This is what women want. It isn't men, not really. It's something down inside of them that's the future.

  • [last lines]

    Tim - Hotel Doorman: Well Judas Priest.

  • Wyn Strafford: As you know, it's a man's duty to instruct a woman in all subjects. Now you pick the subject.

  • Customer: [upon hearing the price of a perfume is $67 an ounce] Isn't that rather expensive?

    Kitty Foyle: How else could we keep the wrong sort of person from wearing it?

  • Tom Foyle: [sarcastically] Ahh. There's a real piece of idiocy. Woman's instinct. Every snap-sightish woman in the world is a crystal gazer. She's magic. She can foretell the future. Like a politician.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: [upon meeting Kitty's roommates in facial masks and hair curlers] I've seen better specimens in a glass jar.

  • Wyn Strafford: [after hearing a long speech about why they shouldn't marry, based on class differences] Is that all?

    Kitty Foyle: Oh, we're both the same color, if that's what you mean.

  • Tom Foyle: Judas Priest, if ever a man deserved to be hung it's the fellow who started that Cinderella stuff. Writing claptrap stories about Cinderellas and princes, poisoning the minds of innocent children, putting crazy ideas into girls heads, making them dissatisfied with honest shoe clerks and bookkeepers. Why, they're the ruination of more girls than forty actors.

    Kitty Foyle: Oh, I don't see what's the ruination about it. After all, the prince and Cinderella lived happily ever afterwards.

    Tom Foyle: Yes, and that's where these writing fellows are smart too. They always end the story before it really begins.

  • Kitty Foyle: Wyn darling? We are happy now, aren't we? I mean here this minute?

    Wyn Strafford: Of course we are.

    Kitty Foyle: But do you know why?

    Wyn Strafford: Because we love each other, because we're together.

    Kitty Foyle: No that's not it. It's because we're not in Philadelphia.

    Wyn Strafford: Honey, this is no time for joking.

    Kitty Foyle: In New York we're happy. At Pocono we're happy. And Seattle, New Orleans and Dallas, Texas we could be happy. But not in Philadelphia. Everywhere else we're just two people in love, a tall good-natured guy and a sassy Mick, minding our own business and bothering nobody. You see what I mean?

    Wyn Strafford: Listen, Kitty...

    Kitty Foyle: In Philadelphia, you're Darby Mill and I'm Griscomb Street. We're two addresses, 23 miles and 500 light years apart.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: [as Kitty swaddles a newborn they've delivered together] You have no idea how right you look with a baby in your arms...

    Kitty Foyle: You have no idea how right I feel!

  • Kitty Foyle: [conscience self in the mirror] You're no longer a little girl. You're a grown woman now.

    Kitty Foyle: I'm only 24.

    Kitty Foyle: [conscience self in the mirror] You're 26. Don't try to kid me.

  • Kitty Foyle: [conscience self in the mirror] How do you imagine you'll be described? As Wyn's girlfriend? That's the delicate one. And in about 10 years, when your figure gets out of control, it'll sound like a comedy line. His woman? That's getting warmer.

  • Kitty Foyle: Forever is a long, long time. Never hurts to check with the conductor to see if you're on the right train.

  • Kitty Foyle: I was just thinking how your voice sounds on the Dictaphone. Do you know who it sounds like?

    Wyn Strafford: No, who?

    Kitty Foyle: Ronald Colman.

    Wyn Strafford: Really?

    Kitty Foyle: I played it over again, and it's lovely.

    Wyn Strafford: That's funny.

    Kitty Foyle: So different from what it is actually.

  • Kitty Foyle: Judas Priest. Why don't you kick those snake-brained friends of yours out and give yourself a chance?

  • Wyn Strafford: [jokingly recorded on the dictaphone] Do you really think it's true, Miss Foyle; that my voice sounds rather like that of Mr. Colman? Ah, Shangri-la, Miss Foyle. Foyle, Foyle, boil in oil. Roses are red, violets are blue, Miss Foyle has nice legs, I love you.

  • Wyn Strafford: [jokingly recorded on the dictaphone] And I'll thank you, Miss Foyle, not to sit with your legs crossed during conferences. We have difficulties enough getting this magazine out without such demoralizing exhibitions.

  • Kitty Foyle: Wyn, Wyn, Boil in gin.

  • Wyn Strafford: Miss Foyle, I want you to take some dictation before you go. Let's see. Interoffice memo to Miss Foyle. I'm sorry I said you cross your legs in conferences; but, you do. I'm sorry I said they demoralize me; but, they do. I'm sorry you seem to think that I - I'm making love to you. But, I am.

  • Kitty Foyle: What's Strega?

    Wyn Strafford: Oh, it's an Italian liqueur. It has a picture of a witch on the bottle. They say that if two people drink it together, they'll never drink it apart.

  • Kitty Foyle: Tell me about love.

    Wyn Strafford: Well, first there was a man and just as soon as he had time to learn his way about, there was a woman.

    Kitty Foyle: Was the woman - beautiful?

    Wyn Strafford: Very. She had reddish hair and her nose that went like so and her eyes - her eyes were as blue-green as the sea itself.

    Kitty Foyle: She looked something like me, huh?

    Wyn Strafford: Well, her voice didn't sound so much like music and her eyes didn't trap the starlight one half as cleverly and she wasn't nearly so beautiful.

    Kitty Foyle: What did the man and the woman do?

    Wyn Strafford: Oh, at first, they just hung around. Didn't take any notice of each other at all. Oh, maybe a grunt now and then, but certainly nothing more. They thought of each other as company, or perhaps as friends. And then, one night, a strange thing happened.

    Kitty Foyle: What?

    Wyn Strafford: The man and woman were sitting in front of a fire. Firelight played upon the woman's face and the man for the first time saw how beautiful she was. So, immediately he made love to her.

    Kitty Foyle: How?

    Wyn Strafford: He bent down over her, rubbed her nose with his.

    Kitty Foyle: Didn't the woman object?

    Wyn Strafford: No.

    Kitty Foyle: No?

    Wyn Strafford: She loved him too.

    Kitty Foyle: Why?

    Wyn Strafford: Well..

    Kitty Foyle: Because, he was all that she had ever dreamed of. Tell me some more about the man and the woman. Let me see, where was I? You were here.

    Wyn Strafford: Let me see, where was I?

    Kitty Foyle: You were here.

    [kiss]

  • Tom Foyle: You've got good Irish eyes, Kitty, and they're looking into the future.

  • Kitty Foyle: What's the matter? Someone steal the backgammon board?

  • Wyn Strafford: Have you ever heard of the Depression?

    Kitty Foyle: Yes, isn't it disgusting? It always comes around when everybody's so broke.

  • Kitty Foyle: I don't like this flop stuff from you. You're a nice big boy with the right number of arms and hands and legs and plenty of brains. If you think I'm going to break into tears over your first setback, you're mistaken.

  • Kitty Foyle: I suppose you're the only guy in the United States who has got washed up this year? What are you gonna do, get together with some brokers and leap out a window?

  • Kitty Foyle: Oh, they can't make a banker out of you. You're too sweet.

  • Kitty Foyle: I might get a job in New York. Friend of mine lives there.

    Wyn Strafford: Kitty, I can't let you do that.

    Kitty Foyle: Why not?

    Wyn Strafford: Because you'd be too far away.

    Kitty Foyle: Well, it's not China.

  • Clerk at Delphine's: Take a look at these customers. Don't you think they at least want to smell good?

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: Everything's okay from the knees down.

  • Kitty Foyle: I'm looking forward to a five-course dinner, including a tenderloin. That's the least I'll settle for.

    Molly: You've got a lot more faith in dates than I have.

    Pat Day: Me too.

  • Kitty Foyle: How do I look?

    Pat Day: That shade of hose isn't very leg-flattering.

    Kitty Foyle: Well, maybe it's just as well. They've got me in plenty of jams as it is.

  • Kitty Foyle: Now, just a minute, doctor. I agreed to have a date with you, and I intend to keep my word; but, if you think I'm going to join you in a laugh over that trick of yours, you're on the wrong trapeze.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: You know the first thing I thought of when I saw you this afternoon?

    Kitty Foyle: Yes.

  • Molly: Poor Kitty. Her first date, and she draws a guy that's slapjack-happy.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: You've taken an awful beating, haven't you?

    Kitty Foyle: You should know.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: I don't make very much dough and when I find myself wanting to spend 10 bucks on a girl; well, then I know I'm falling in love.

  • Pat Day: This is a oriental meat-eating plant and needs to be fed three times a day.

    Molly: Well, have you fed it yet?

  • Kitty Foyle: Oh, darling, how did you ever find me?

    Wyn Strafford: I just followed my heartbeat.

  • Wyn Strafford: Darling, you look like the wrapping around the neck of a champagne bottle.

  • Wyn Strafford: You like to dance, don't you?

    Kitty Foyle: All women do. It's good training.

    Wyn Strafford: How do you mean?

    Kitty Foyle: The first way a girl learns what a man is going to do before he does it.

  • Wyn Strafford: You and I together, make something entirely different from either of us when we're separated. A new element. Like in chemistry. We'll always be alone - as long as we're together.

  • Wyn Strafford: How about some scrambled eggs, little sausages, and champagne?

  • Kitty Foyle: You mean all those people who are dead can tell us what to do? You mean that Wyn can't live his own life?

  • Kitty Foyle: Can you learn to live in a one-room apartment with a pull-down bed, eat in drugstores, go to movies once a week, and save a dollar or two against the time when you haven't got a job?

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: Why didn't it turn out better?

    Kitty Foyle: I couldn't live his life, he couldn't live mine. It was as simple as that.

  • Dr. Mark Eisen: I'm a pretty good doctor, Kitty; but, seeing you, I wish I had specialized in heart trouble.

  • Kitty Foyle: This is just what he needed. It's just what I needed too.

  • Kitty Foyle: By Judas Priest, he'll be a fighter too. Hard as a pine knot.