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Keep Cluny Brown (1946) On Your Home Screen

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Sir Henry Carmel: What the devil are Belinskis? Andrew Carmel: What the devil are Belinskis? Oh, I give up... what are Belinskis?

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Sir Henry Carmel: What the devil are Belinskis? Andrew Carmel: What the devil are Belinskis? Oh, I give up... what are Belinskis?

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Play Sir Henry Carmel: What the devil are Belinskis? Andrew Carmel: What the devil are Belinskis? Oh, I give up... what are Belinskis?

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Andrew Carmel: Professor, we both feel that the 20 pounds you were gracious to accept is most inadequate. John Frewen: Most! Andrew Carmel: Would you reconsider and take 50? We'd feel much better about it. John Frewen: Oh, much better.

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Andrew Carmel: Professor, we both feel that the 20 pounds you were gracious to accept is most inadequate. John Frewen: Most! Andrew Carmel: Would you reconsider and take 50? We'd feel much better about it. John Frewen: Oh, much better.

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Play Andrew Carmel: Professor, we both feel that the 20 pounds you were gracious to accept is most inadequate. John Frewen: Most! Andrew Carmel: Would you reconsider and take 50? We'd feel much better about it. John Frewen: Oh, much better.

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- Get back into bed, Elizabeth. - Yes, lady carmel.

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- Get back into bed, Elizabeth. - Yes, lady carmel.

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Play - Get back into bed, Elizabeth. - Yes, lady carmel.

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John Frewen: Everyone makes such an absurd fuss over her. She's simply intolerable. Andrew Carmel: She has the worst manners of any girl I know. John Frewen: She's cold, conceited and callous... Andrew Carmel: You, uh, ask her to marry you lately? John Frewen: Day before yesterday. Andrew Carmel: What'd she say? John Frewen: She said "No," as usual. She doesn't stop to think. She hasn't any brains. Andrew Carmel: If she turned me down once, I don't think I'd ever ask her again.

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John Frewen: Everyone makes such an absurd fuss over her. She's simply intolerable. Andrew Carmel: She has the worst manners of any girl I know. John Frewen: She's cold, conceited and callous... Andrew Carmel: You, uh, ask her to marry you lately? John Frewen: Day before yesterday. Andrew Carmel: What'd she say? John Frewen: She said "No," as usual. She doesn't stop to think. She hasn't any brains. Andrew Carmel: If she turned me down once, I don't think I'd ever ask her again.

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Play John Frewen: Everyone makes such an absurd fuss over her. She's simply intolerable. Andrew Carmel: She has the worst manners of any girl I know. John Frewen: She's cold, conceited and callous... Andrew Carmel: You, uh, ask her to marry you lately? John Frewen: Day before yesterday. Andrew Carmel: What'd she say? John Frewen: She said "No," as usual. She doesn't stop to think. She hasn't any brains. Andrew Carmel: If she turned me down once, I don't think I'd ever ask her again.

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Adam Belinski: What if the thing does go wrong. Let's assume the whole place gets flooded, and there is no party. You save your liquor. Is that bad? But if the girl succeeds... Cluny Brown: Please, sir, do let me. Hilary Ames: Why yes, I'll do it. Yes, I'll do it. Come on. Relieve the drain, relieve the strain, eh?

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Adam Belinski: What if the thing does go wrong. Let's assume the whole place gets flooded, and there is no party. You save your liquor. Is that bad? But if the girl succeeds... Cluny Brown: Please, sir, do let me. Hilary Ames: Why yes, I'll do it. Yes, I'll do it. Come on. Relieve the drain, relieve the strain, eh?

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Play Adam Belinski: What if the thing does go wrong. Let's assume the whole place gets flooded, and there is no party. You save your liquor. Is that bad? But if the girl succeeds... Cluny Brown: Please, sir, do let me. Hilary Ames: Why yes, I'll do it. Yes, I'll do it. Come on. Relieve the drain, relieve the strain, eh?

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Adam Belinski: All you think about is the honorable Betty Cream. Why don't you ask me about my landlady? Is she humane? Or does she want the rent? Do you know, or do you care? No!

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Adam Belinski: All you think about is the honorable Betty Cream. Why don't you ask me about my landlady? Is she humane? Or does she want the rent? Do you know, or do you care? No!

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Play Adam Belinski: All you think about is the honorable Betty Cream. Why don't you ask me about my landlady? Is she humane? Or does she want the rent? Do you know, or do you care? No!

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Lady Alice Carmel: Now, don't go all to pieces Andrew. If England must produce Belinskis, why we will produce Belinskis. Britain has never failed. Now have your tea, dear.

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Lady Alice Carmel: Now, don't go all to pieces Andrew. If England must produce Belinskis, why we will produce Belinskis. Britain has never failed. Now have your tea, dear.

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Play Lady Alice Carmel: Now, don't go all to pieces Andrew. If England must produce Belinskis, why we will produce Belinskis. Britain has never failed. Now have your tea, dear.

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Cluny Brown: I can't quite describe it. I feel chirrupy. Hilary Ames: Chirrupy? I don't ever remember feeling chirrupy. Adam Belinski: I'm afraid you never will, my dear Ames. There is not a chirrup in you.

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Cluny Brown: I can't quite describe it. I feel chirrupy. Hilary Ames: Chirrupy? I don't ever remember feeling chirrupy. Adam Belinski: I'm afraid you never will, my dear Ames. There is not a chirrup in you.

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Play Cluny Brown: I can't quite describe it. I feel chirrupy. Hilary Ames: Chirrupy? I don't ever remember feeling chirrupy. Adam Belinski: I'm afraid you never will, my dear Ames. There is not a chirrup in you.

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Adam Belinski: I have no dinner jacket, Sir Henry. I couldn't bear to face you in a lounge suit across the dinner table. Sir Henry Carmel: Well, uh, wore a lounge suit myself once at dinner - in Naples. Went slumming. Didn't want to shock the natives.

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Adam Belinski: I have no dinner jacket, Sir Henry. I couldn't bear to face you in a lounge suit across the dinner table. Sir Henry Carmel: Well, uh, wore a lounge suit myself once at dinner - in Naples. Went slumming. Didn't want to shock the natives.

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Play Adam Belinski: I have no dinner jacket, Sir Henry. I couldn't bear to face you in a lounge suit across the dinner table. Sir Henry Carmel: Well, uh, wore a lounge suit myself once at dinner - in Naples. Went slumming. Didn't want to shock the natives.

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Adam Belinski: No, Sir Henry. I know Hitler. Sir Henry Carmel: Oh, yes, he's written a book, hasn't he? Adam Belinski: Yes. Sir Henry Carmel: Big success, isn't it? Adam Belinski: Very big. Sir Henry Carmel: Well, what more does he want? Why doesn't he lie down and keep quiet? Adam Belinski: Well, if you really want to know, Sir Henry, read the book. Sir Henry Carmel: Sort of an outdoor book, isn't it? What's it called? Oh yes, "My Camp".

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Adam Belinski: No, Sir Henry. I know Hitler. Sir Henry Carmel: Oh, yes, he's written a book, hasn't he? Adam Belinski: Yes. Sir Henry Carmel: Big success, isn't it? Adam Belinski: Very big. Sir Henry Carmel: Well, what more does he want? Why doesn't he lie down and keep quiet? Adam Belinski: Well, if you really want to know, Sir Henry, read the book. Sir Henry Carmel: Sort of an outdoor book, isn't it? What's it called? Oh yes, "My Camp".

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Play Adam Belinski: No, Sir Henry. I know Hitler. Sir Henry Carmel: Oh, yes, he's written a book, hasn't he? Adam Belinski: Yes. Sir Henry Carmel: Big success, isn't it? Adam Belinski: Very big. Sir Henry Carmel: Well, what more does he want? Why doesn't he lie down and keep quiet? Adam Belinski: Well, if you really want to know, Sir Henry, read the book. Sir Henry Carmel: Sort of an outdoor book, isn't it? What's it called? Oh yes, "My Camp".