David Larrabee: What makes you so sure Sabrina still wants me? Linus Larrabee: Of course she wants you. She's wanted you all her life! David Larrabee: Until you came along in that silly homburg. Linus Larrabee: Well, suppose you straighten that silly...
Sabrina: [writing to her father] I have learned how to live, how to be IN the world and OF the world, and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life. Or from love, either.
The Professor: [inspecting the students' soufflés] Too low. Too pale. Too heavy. Too low. Too *high*, you are exaggerating. Fair. So-so. Sloppy. [he gets to the Baron] The Professor: Mm. Superb. My dear Baron, you have not lost your touch. [he looks...
Linus Larrabee: I always make it a point to have controls. Mr. Tyson: Yes, it's your good luck the kids are so fond of each other. Linus Larrabee: I always make it a point to be lucky, too.
Sabrina Fairchild: I hate girls that giggle all the time. Thomas Fairchild: You hate EVERY girl David looks at.
Thomas Fairchild: It's good you're going away. I only hope it's far enough.
Linus Larrabee: A new product has been found, something of use to the world, so a new industry moves into an undeveloped area. Factories go up, machines are brought in, a harbor is dug, and you're in business. It's purely coincidental of course that ...
David Larrabee: I could have sworn I knew every pretty girl on the North Shore. Sabrina Fairchild: I could have sworn you took in more territory than that.
Thomas Fairchild: May I ask, sir, what exactly are your intentions? Linus Larrabee: My intentions? Unethical, reprehensible but very practical. Thomas Fairchild: I beg your pardon?
Oliver Larrabee: I can never remember that garage girl's name. Linus Larrabee: Sabrina. Oliver Larrabee: Sabrina! What right has a chauffeur got to call his daughter Sabrina? Linus Larrabee: What would you suggest... Ethel?
Linus Larrabee: She doesn't want money; she wants love. Oliver Larrabee: I thought they discontinued that model.
Linus Larrabee: Look at me. Joe College with a touch of arthritis.
Linus Larrabee: I wish I were dead with my back broken.
Oliver Larrabee: Seems to me there ought to be a less extravagant way of getting a chauffeur's daughter out of one's hair. Linus Larrabee: How would you do it? You can't even get a little olive out of a jar!
[Linus has decided to cancel the wedding and the merger] Linus Larrabee: When's your mother's birthday? Miss McCardle: Why? Linus Larrabee: I'm sending her two thousand gardenias.
Linus Larrabee: No self-respecting prime minister would offer kronen. Sabrina Fairchild: No self-respecting waitress would take dollars.
Sabrina Fairchild: Just imagine, you press a button and factories go up, or you pick up a telephone and a hundred tankers set out for Persia, or you switch on the dictaphone and say, "Buy all of Cleveland and move it to Pittsburgh."
David Larrabee: What do we call this, mixed singles?
