My Man Godfrey > Quotes
Godfrey: The only difference between a derelict and a man is a job.
Alexander: All you need to start an asylum is an empty room and the right kind of people.
Irene: You have a wonderful sense of humor. I wish I had a sense of humor, but I can never think of the right thing to say until everybody’s gone home.
Angelica: You mustn’t come between Irene and Godfrey. He’s the first thing she’s shown any affection for since her Pomeranian died last summer.
Godfrey: Prosperity is just around the corner.
Mike: Yeah, it’s been there a long time. I wish I knew which corner.
Cornelia: You can’t go on like this forever. You really like me, and you’re afraid to admit it, aren’t you?
Godfrey: You want me to tell you what I really think of you?
Cornelia: Please do.
Godfrey: As Smith or as a butler?
Cornelia: Choose your own weapon.
Godfrey: You won’t hold it against me?
Cornelia: It’s your day off.
Godfrey: Very well. You belong to that unfortunate category that I would call the “Park Avenue brat.” A spoiled child who’s grown up in ease and luxury, who’s always had her own way, and whose misdirected energies are so childish that they hardly deserve the comment, even of a butler on his off Thursday.
Cornelia: Thank you for a very lovely portrait.
Alexander: Life in this family is one subpoena after another.
Godfrey: Hasn’t anyone ever told you about certain proprieties?
Irene: You use such lovely big words. I like big words. What does it mean?
Godfrey: Well, I’ll try to simplify it. Hasn’t your mother or anyone ever explained to you that some things are proper and some things are not?
Irene: No she hasn’t. She rambles on quite a bit, but then she never has anything to say.
Godfrey: But you want me to remain, don’t you?
Irene: Oh, of course!
Godfrey: And I want to justify your faith in me by being a very good butler and filling the void created by your late, lamented Pomeranian.
Irene: Oh, I’ve forgotten all about him. He had fleas, anyway. Besides, you’re different. You use big words, and you’re much cuter.
Godfrey: Why can’t you let me alone?
Irene: Because you’re my responsibility, and someone has to take care of you.
Godfrey: I can take care of myself.
Irene: You can’t look me in the eye and say that. You love me and you know it. You know, there’s no sense in struggling against a thing when it’s got you. It’s got you, and that’s all there is to it – it’s got you!