Mrs. Random: Well who are you? David Huxley: I don't know. I'm not quite myself today. Mrs. Random: Well, you look perfectly idiotic in those clothes. David Huxley: These aren't *my* clothes. Mrs. Random: Well, where *are* your clothes? David Huxley:...
Susan Vance: You mean you want *me* to go home? David Huxley: Yes. Susan Vance: You mean you don't want me to help you any more? David Huxley: No. Susan Vance: After all the fun we've had? David Huxley: Yes. Susan Vance: And after all the things I've...
David Huxley: My bone. It's rare. It's precious. What did you do with it? Susan Vance: The bone! David Huxley: Susan, you had it. Give it to me. Susan Vance: No, I haven't got it. David Huxley: Did you carry it somewhere? Susan Vance: No, David. Why ...
David Huxley: [Susan is collecting pebbles] Susan, what are you doing? Susan Vance: Pebbles. David Huxley: Pebbles? What for? Susan Vance: Well, I've heard that if you throw pebbles up against a window, the people think it's hail and then they come a...
[last lines] Susan Vance: Oh, David, can you ever forgive me? David Huxley: I... I... I... Susan Vance: You can! And you still love me. David Huxley: Susan, that... that... Susan Vance: You do. Oh, David. David Huxley: Oh, dear. Oh, my.
I am too much of a skeptic to deny the possibility of anything.
David Huxley: So if you don't mind, Susan, I'll see Mr. Peabody alone, and unarmed. Susan Vance: Without me? David Huxley: Yes, without you, and *definitely* without you.
In fact a favourite problem of is—Given the molecular forces in a mutton chop, deduce Hamlet or Faust therefrom. He is confident that the Physics of the Future will solve this easily.
David Huxley: You don't understand: this is *my* car! Susan Vance: You mean *this* is your car? *Your* golf ball? *Your* car? Is there anything in the world that doesn't belong to you? David Huxley: Yes, thank heaven, YOU!
My dad was a terrible businessman.
I'm turning into a stricter dad.
My dad died of a stroke.
It is not the position, but the disposition.
My father was something of a rainbow-chaser.
My dad's not a big talker.
[David and Susan have just discovered that Baby is missing] David Huxley: Now don't lose your head, Susan. Susan Vance: My what? David Huxley: Don't lose your head! Susan Vance: I've got my head, I've lost my leopard!
David Huxley: Susan, is there any way to cross this stream? Susan Vance: Oh, surely it's shallow. We can wade across. [they both walk into the stream, then fall in after the floor drops off] David Huxley: Oh, Susan... Susan Vance: The riverbed's chan...
Mr. Gogarty: [Gogarty, David, and Susan are in jail] Miss Susan! How'd you get here? David Huxley: Influence. Susan Vance: Don't worry, Gogarty, I'll get you out. David Huxley: Oh, sure. Look, she got me out.
David Huxley: First you drop an olive, and then I sit on my hat. It all fits perfectly. Susan Vance: Oh, yes, but you can't do that trick without dropping some of the olives; it takes practice. David Huxley: What, to sit on my hat? Susan Vance: No, t...
The child is father of the man.
Sergeant Dillard: Auf Wiedersehen, asshole.
