The Old Dark House (1932)

Raymond Massey: Philip Waverton

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Quotes 

• Rebecca Femm : What is it? What do they want?

  Horace Femm : Allow me to introduce my sister, Miss Rebecca Femm.

  Penderel , Philip Waverton , Margaret Waverton : How do you do?

  Rebecca Femm : What are they doing here? What do they want?

  Penderel , Philip Waverton , Margaret Waverton : How do you do?

  Rebecca Femm : What did they say? What do they want? What are they doing here? What's all the fuss about? What?

  Horace Femm : You must excuse my sister, she's a little deaf. In fact sometimes quite deaf.

• Sir William Porterhouse : Oh, nothing like roast beef when a man's hungry.

  Sir William Porterhouse : [begins to sing the first line]  Oh, the roast beef of Old England... how does that go? Do you remember that Mr. Waverton or was that before your time?

  Philip Waverton : Penderel's our song expert.

  Sir William Porterhouse : [to Penderel]  Oh, so you're musical, are you? Well, I've got a bit of a good ear myself...

  Horace Femm : [knocking loudly on the table]  Have a potato!

• Margaret Waverton : It won't help things losing your temper.

  Philip Waverton : I've never been in a better temper in my life. I love driving a hundred miles through the dark practically without headlights. I love the trickle of ice cold water pouring down my neck. This is one of the happiest moments of my life.

• [the road the Waverton's are on has been flooded] 

  Margaret Waverton : Don't stop!

  Philip Waverton : How can I help stopping? Do you think we're in a motorboat?

  Penderel : [singing]  Stuck for the night/stuck for the night... .

  Margaret Waverton : Mr. Pendelel, please!

  Philip Waverton : Sorry.

  [Waverton tries to drive their car across the flooded road] 

  Margaret Waverton : Do you think we'll do it?

  Philip Waverton : I really don't know.

  Penderel : [waving his glove derisively]  Bon voyage!

• [first lines] 

  [on a dark and stormy night, the Waverton's car get stuck in the mud] 

  Philip Waverton : Hell!

  Margaret Waverton : What are you stopping for?

  Philip Waverton : A rest.

  Margaret Waverton : Really, Philip, you can't stop here. Either go on or go back. You can't expect me to spend the night like a half-drowned rat on a mountainside.

  Philip Waverton : It's better to stop than to drive the car gently over a cliff, isn't it?