The Man Who Came to Dinner.

Mrs. Stanley: What is it John?

“They want pillows.”

Mrs. Stanley: June! June! Mr. Whiteside!

“Sarah! Mr. Whiteside!”

Whiteside: I will not have a lot of mildewed [REDACTED] rushing in and out of this house while I am—

“Oh, good moring, Mr. Jefferson.”

Metz: Inside here are ten thousand cockroaches!

“Ten thousand — Sarah! Sarah! What do you think?”

Whiteside: Always chopped them up in a salad bowl — remember?

Jefferson: Oh, Yes.

“Lunch is ready, Mr. Whiteside.”

Whiteside: Out?

Miss Preen: With Mr. Jefferson.

“All right if I turn the lights up, Mr. Whiteside?”

Whiteside: Yes, go ahead, John.

“And Sarah has something for you Mr. Whiteside. Made it special.”

Sarah: Why, Mr. Whiteside!

“Sarah!”

Sarah: Why, It takes my breath away.

“It would be wonderful, Mr. Whiteside, but what would we say to Mr. and Mrs. Stanley.”

Bradley: Good evening, John.

“Good evening, Doctor.”