The Ghost and Mrs. Muir

Captain Gregg:
Confound it, madam, my language is most controlled. And as for me morals, I lived a man 's life and I'm not ashamed of it; and, I can assure you no woman's ever been the worse for knowing me - and I'd like to know how many mealy-mouthed bluenoses can say the same.

Captain Daniel Gregg:
You must make your own life amongst the living and, whether you meet fair winds or foul, find your own way to harbor in the end.

Mr. Coombe:
In my opinion, you are the most obstinate young woman I have ever met!

Lucy Muir:
Thank you, Mr. Coombe. I've always wanted to be considered obstinate!

Captain Gregg:
My dear, never let anyone tell you to be ashamed of your figure!

Lucy Muir:
He took me unaware!

Captain Gregg:
[laughs] My dear, since Eve picked the apple, no woman 's ever been taken entirely unawares.

Lucy Muir:
It's no crime to be alive!

Captain Gregg:
No, my dear, sometimes it's a great inconvenience. The living can be hurt.

Lucy Muir:
[to the ghost of Captain Gregg] You'll... you'll forgive me if I... if I take a moment to get accustomed to you.

Lucy Muir:
[referring to her romance with Miles Fairley] You, yourself, said I should mix with people, that I should see... men.

Captain Gregg:
I said men, not perfumed parlor snakes!

Captain Gregg:
Blasted women. *Always* make trouble when you allow one aboard...

Lucy Muir:
I don't know anything about the sea, except that it is romantic.

Captain Gregg:
Hmm. That's what all landsmen think. Seamen know better.

Lucy Muir:
Then why do they go to sea?

Captain Gregg:
Because they haven't the sense to stay ashore.

Eva, Sister-in-law:
[of the Captain's portrait] And what a hideous painting!

Captain Gregg:
[inaudible to her] Anyone with a face like yours, madam, should steer clear of expressing such opinions!

Lucy Muir:
I'm expecting Mr. Fairley. We're having a picnic.

Martha Huggins:
[dismissively] You mean he is.

Lucy Muir:
Why does he haunt? Was he murdered?

Mr. Coombe:
No. He committed suicide.

Lucy Muir:
[gasps] I wonder why?

Mr. Coombe:
To save someone the trouble of assassinating him, no doubt!

Captain Gregg:
[discussing Mr. Fairley] And the way he was smirking at you, like a cat in the fishmonger's! You should have slapped his face!

Lucy Muir:
Why? I found him... rather charming!

Captain Gregg:
"Rather charming!" Now you're starting to talk like him!

Lucy Muir:
How in blazes do you want me to talk?

Captain Gregg:
That's better!

Anna Muir as an Adult:
Perhaps, he did come back and talk to us? Wouldn't it be wonderful if he had? Then you'd have something - you know what I mean - to look back on with happiness.

Lucy Muir:
You can be much more alone with other people than you are by yourself, even if it's people you love. That sounds all mixed up, doesn't it?

Lucy Muir:
I'm sorry. It's very kind of you to want me back, but I'm going to stay. I'll manage somehow; so, please be good enough to shove off.

Captain Daniel Gregg:
It's my experience that women will do anything for money.

Captain Daniel Gregg:
I was young, but I was never foolish. Inexperienced, perhaps. Curious, as young men are. Eager for adventure. I matured early.

Sproule - London Publisher:
Bless my soul, madam, I've got to publish this bilge in order to stay in business, but I don't have to read it.

Captain Daniel Gregg:
Come back here, you blasted grampus!

Miles Fairley:
[regarding a downpour] It's easy to understand why the most beautiful poems about England in the spring were written by poets living in Italy at the time.

Captain Daniel Gregg:
[to the man entering their train compartment] CHEER OFF, YOU BLASTED MUD TURTLE! There's NO ROOM!

Man Ordered Out of Train Compartment by Captain:
I beg your pardon, madam!

Lucy Muir:
You've been watching me bathe.

Miles Fairley:
But always from a respectable distance.

Lucy Muir:
This is he 20th century. We must rid ourselves of the old fetishes and taboos.

Anna Muir as an Adult:
You know my weakness for sailormen.

Lucy Muir:
Well, it's the first I've heard of it.

Anna Muir as an Adult:
Oh, it's a lifelong vice.

Lucy Muir:
I wish you wouldn't swear. It's so ugly.

Captain Gregg:
If you think that's ugly, it's a good thing you can't read me thoughts!

Captain Daniel Gregg:
Women named Lucy are always being imposed upon but, Lucia, there's a name for a amazon, for a queen.