Funny movie quotes from Sabrina – a very sweet, and funny, romantic comedy starring Humphrey Bogart, Audrey Hepburn, William Holden
Cooking School | Capitalism | Sabrina and Linus | Linus and David | David and Sabrina | David laid up | Linus and his father
Cooking school in France
The Professor: Mm. Superb. My dear Baron, you have not lost your touch.
[he looks at Sabrina’s soufflé]
The Professor: Much too low.
Sabrina Fairchild: [looking at her soufflé] I don’t know what happened.
Baron St. Fontanel: I will tell you what happened: you forgot to turn on the oven.
Sabrina Fairchild: Oh!
Baron St. Fontanel: A woman happily in love, she burns the soufflé. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven.
Sabrina Fairchild: I might as well be reaching for the moon.
Baron St. Fontanel: The moon? [laughs] Oh, you young people! You are so old-fashioned. Have you not heard? We are building rockets to reach the moon!
Thomas Fairchild: [reading a letter from Sabrina] … I decided to be sensible the other day and tore up David’s picture. Could you please airmail me some Scotch tape?
Sabrina: [writing to her father] I have learned how to live, how to be IN the world and OF the world, and not just to stand aside and watch. And I will never, never again run away from life. Or from love, either.
Thomas Fairchild: [reading aloud a letter from Sabrina] He came to the cooking school to take a refresher course in soufflés and liked me so much he decided to stay on for the fish.
In Praise of Capitalism
Linus Larrabee: A new product has been found, something of use to the world, so a new industry moves into an undeveloped area. Factories go up, machines are brought in, a harbor is dug, and you’re in business. It’s purely coincidental of course that people who never saw a dime before suddenly have a dollar, and barefooted kids wear shoes and have their teeth fixed and their faces washed. What’s wrong with the kind of an urge that gives people libraries, hospitals, baseball diamonds and, uh, movies on a Saturday night? Miss McCardle, will you send in the secretaries?
Miss McCardle: Yes, Mr. Larrabee.
David Larrabee: Now you make me feel like a heel. If I don’t marry Elizabeth, some kid is going to be running around Puerto Rico barefoot with cavities in his teeth.
Sabrina and Linus
Sabrina Fairchild: Maybe you should go to Paris, Linus.
Linus Larrabee: To Paris?
Sabrina Fairchild: It helped me a lot. Have you ever been there?
Linus Larrabee: [thinks] Oh, yes. Yes. Once. I was there for thirty-five minutes.
Sabrina Fairchild: Thirty-five MINUTES?
Linus Larrabee: Changing planes. I was on my way to Iraq on an oil deal.
Sabrina Fairchild: Oh, but Paris isn’t for changing planes, it’s… it’s for changing your outlook, for… for throwing open the windows and letting in… letting in la vie en rose.
Linus Larrabee: [sadly] Paris is for lovers. Maybe that’s why I stayed only thirty-five minutes.
Sabrina Fairchild: Just imagine, you press a button and factories go up, or you pick up a telephone and a hundred tankers set out for Persia, or you switch on the dictaphone and say, “Buy all of Cleveland and move it to Pittsburgh.”
Linus and David
David Larrabee: What’s so constructive about marrying Elizabeth Tyson?
Linus Larrabee: [offering a sheet of plastic] Taste it.
David Larrabee: [licks it] It’s sweet.
Linus Larrabee: That’s right. It’s made of sugar cane.
David Larrabee: Sugar cane. Wait a minute. This wouldn’t have anything to do with the fact that the Tysons own the largest holdings of sugar cane in Puerto Rico, would it?
Linus Larrabee: Second largest. The largest have no daughter.
David Larrabee: It’s all beginning to make sense. Mr. Tyson owns the sugarcane, you own the formula for the plastics, and I’m supposed to be offered up as a human sacrifice on the altar of the industrial progress. Is that it?
Linus Larrabee: You make it sound so vulgar, David, as if the son of the hot dog dynasty were being offered in marriage to the daughter of the mustard king. Surely… surely you don’t object to Elizabeth Tyson just because her father happens to have twenty million dollars? That’s very narrow-minded of you, David.
David Larrabee: Just one thing you overlooked. I haven’t proposed, and she hasn’t accepted.
Linus Larrabee: Oh, don’t worry. I proposed and Mr. Tyson accepted.
David Larrabee: Did you kiss him?
Linus Larrabee: [into a dictaphone] Interoffice memo, Linus Larrabee to David Larrabee. Dear David, this is to remind you that you are a junior partner of Larrabee Industries. Our building is located at 30 Broad Street, New York City. Your office is on the 22nd floor. Our normal week is Monday through Friday. Our working day is 9:00 to 5:00. Should you find this inconvenient, you are free to retire under the Larrabee pension plan. Having been with us one year, this will entitle you to sixty-five cents a month for the rest of your life.
David laid up
[Davis is in “bed” with shards of glass in his … posterior]
David Larrabee: I’ve been trying to write a poem to her but I… I can’t seem to finish it. What rhymes with “glass”?
Linus Larrabee: Glass… Glass… Uh… [snaps fingers] “Alas”!
David and Sabrina
David Larrabee: I could have sworn I knew every pretty girl on the North Shore.
Sabrina Fairchild: I could have sworn you took in more territory than that.
David Larrabee: I feel so stupid I could kill myself.
Sabrina Fairchild: You’ll be all right in a minute.
Linus and his father
Oliver Larrabee: I can never remember that garage girl’s name.
Linus Larrabee: Sabrina.
Oliver Larrabee: Sabrina! What right has a chauffeur got to call his daughter Sabrina?
Linus Larrabee: What would you suggest… Ethel?
Oliver Larrabee: Seems to me there ought to be a less extravagant way of getting a chauffeur’s daughter out of one’s hair.
Linus Larrabee: How would you do it? You can’t even get a little olive out of a jar!