Thomas Fairchild: Democracy can be a wickedly unfair thing, Sabrina. Nobody poor was ever called democratic for marrying somebody rich.
Linus Larrabee: If you love her, take her. This is the 20th century. Oliver Larrabee: The 20th century? I could pick a century out of a hat, blindfolded, and get a better one.
Baron St. Fontanel: A woman happily in love, she burns the soufflé. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven.
Thomas Fairchild: I like to think of life as a limousine. Though we are all riding together, we must remember our places. There's a front seat and a back seat and a window in between. Linus Larrabee: Fairchild, I never realized it before, but you're ...
Sabrina Fairchild: I might as well be reaching for the moon. Baron St. Fontanel: The moon? Baron St. Fontanel: [laughs] Oh, you young people! You are so old-fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!
Linus Larrabee: [into a dictaphone] Interoffice memo, Linus Larrabee to David Larrabee. Dear David, this is to remind you that you are a junior partner of Larrabee Industries. Our building is located at 30 Broad Street, New York City. Your office is ...
Thomas Fairchild: He's still David Larrabee, and you're still the chauffeur's daughter, and you're still reaching for the moon. Sabrina Fairchild: No, father. The moon's reaching for ME.
The Professor: Bonjour, mesdames et monsiuers. Yesterday we have learned the correct way how to boil water. Today we will learn the correct way how to crack an egg. Voilà! An egg. Now, an egg is not a stone; it is not made of wood, it is a living th...
David Larrabee: You don't live here! Sabrina: Yes, I do. David Larrabee: I live here! Sabrina: Hi, neighbor.
David Larrabee: I've been trying to write a poem to her but I... I can't seem to finish it. What rhymes with "glass"? Linus Larrabee: Glass... Glass... Uh... [snaps fingers] Linus Larrabee: "Alas."
David Larrabee: I thought you two had eloped! I wouldn't mind, but not in my car.
David Larrabee: Morning, Linus. Where're you off to? Linus Larrabee: The office. Where do you think? David Larrabee: The office? On Sunday? Linus Larrabee: Today is Wednesday. David Larrabee: Wednesday?
Oliver Larrabee: All columnists should be beaten to a pulp and converted back into paper!
Thomas Fairchild: [reading a letter from Sabrina] ... I decided to be sensible the other day and tore up David's picture. Could you please airmail me some Scotch tape?
Thomas Fairchild: [reading aloud a letter from Sabrina] He came to the cooking school to take a refresher course in soufflés and liked me so much he decided to stay on for the fish.
Oliver Larrabee: Now, I'm not saying that all Larrabees have been saints. There was a Thomas Larrabee who was hung for piracy, and there was a Benjamin Larrabee who was a slave trader, and there was my great-great uncle, Joshua Larrabee, who was shot...
Sabrina Fairchild: Maybe you should go to Paris, Linus. Linus Larrabee: To Paris? Sabrina Fairchild: It helped me a lot. Have you ever been there? Linus Larrabee: [thinks] Oh, yes. Yes. Once. I was there for thirty-five minutes. Sabrina Fairchild: Th...
Linus Larrabee: [slow dancing with Sabrina] How do you say in French my sister has a yellow pencil? Sabrina Fairchild: Ma soeur a un crayon jaune. Linus Larrabee: How do you say my brother has a lovely girl? Sabrina Fairchild: Mon frère a une gentil...
