Two Sisters from Boston (1946)

Peter Lawford: Lawrence Tyburt Patterson, Jr.

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Quotes 

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : [in opera house box]  In his autumn 'fore the winter comes man's last mad surge of youth

  Mrs. Ella Patterson : What on earth are you talking about?

• Wrigley : [Pointing to Abigail, he is drunk and forcibly escorted away]  She's the "Queen of Burlesque" with the Golden Rooster! She's "The Belle of the Bowery!"

  Mrs. Ella Patterson : Oh dear, dear. This is dreadful. This is really dreadful.

  [to Abigail] 

  Mrs. Ella Patterson : I'm so sorry.

  'Spike' : Well, what's the matter with being "The Belle of the Bowery?" What's wrong with that?

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : There's nothing the matter with being "The Belle of the Bowery" Mr. Marengo except she's not the sort of a person we'd care to have in the opera.

  'Spike' : Oh, you was thinkin' of her for the opera?

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : Miss Abigail has a very beautiful voice. I'm sure it was the alcohol in Wrigley that was talking, wasn't it Miss Abigail?

  Martha Canford Chandler : [Before Abigail can speak, Martha jumps in]  Oh, he meant me. I'm the one who sings at the Golden Rooster, not Abigail.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Martha, have you lost your mind?

  Martha Canford Chandler : I am High "C" Suzie.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : [laughs nervously]  This is ridiculous. Abigail, what's gotten into her?

  Abigail Chandler : I'm sure that butler's been drinking.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Mr. Marengo, you know she's talking nonsense.

  'Spike' : [to Martha]  Are you on the level, kid?

  Martha Canford Chandler : I'm "The Belle of the Bowery" and I'm proud of it.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Well, I... I refuse to believe it. I shall, if necessary, go down to, uh, the place and prove it all to be a fiction.

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : That might be best.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : I shall be there tomorrow night.

  Mr. Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Sr. : I think it a very good idea.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : We mustn't despair, ever. My father comes from good stock. Why, his grandfather was the first white man to scalp and Indian. And I'm sure your side comes from good stock. Why, you fainted - that's a sign of good blood.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Don't despair now. Don't despair. You know Greek and I know Greek. We'll see this thing through together.

• Martha Canford Chandler : [Hiccups]  Oh, I'm sorry. I Must have inherited it from grandpa.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Oh, but of course, it's from the gin. I read somewhere that hiccupping is one of the consequences of drinking.

  Martha Canford Chandler : Gin?

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Yes.

  Martha Canford Chandler : What is gin?

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : It's a, a form of alcohol. I strengthened you with it - oh, for medicinal purposes only, of course.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Yes, Wrigley?

  Wrigley : A Miss Chandler to see you, sir.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Miss Ch...

  [He falls down the library ladder and it falls on him] 

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : She dare to come to this house?

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : I have to go now. I have to apologize to my father.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : You are very brave, Miss Chandler. We must stick together - you and I. We're both in the same sad plight. As Euripides, the great Greek Dramatist once wrote,

  [He quotes in Greek] 

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : , which, translated means, the best...

  Martha Canford Chandler : ...best remedy for grief is the counsel of a kind and honest friend.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : You know Greek!

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : [after Martha faints, and he pours some gin on her lips]  Miss. Miss. Please, just open your eyes. One eye? Please.

  Martha Canford Chandler : [Moves her head a little]  Mmmm.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : She moved. She's alive. She's alive!

• Mrs. Ella Patterson : What on earth are you talking about.

  Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Oh, a word of wisdom by the Greek poet, Sophocles.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : We mustn't lose hope. I have read that great sons have gone up the primrose path for their dear ones. Perhaps we can bring the same influence to bear.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : Where's my mother, Wrigley.

  Wrigley : Upstairs, sir, dressing. She's going to a meeting of the Society of Society's Society, sir.

• Lawrence Tyburt Patterson Jr : If you don't mind, we'd better have the door shut. All ears are not calloused, Miss Chandler.