Buccaneer's Girl (1950)

Elsa Lanchester: Mme. Brizar

Quotes 

• Deborah McCoy : I still think you're making a mistake sending me to a fish fry. My talents belong in the drawing room.

  Mme. Brizar : Ridiculous, child! You can't fly until you've walked.

• Deborah McCoy : [referring to Arlene]  That woman engaged to... I don't believe it!

  Mme. Brizar : Well, for two years everybody else has believed it.

  Deborah McCoy : Two years! Well, he can't love her very much.

  Mme. Brizar : Debbie, for all our sakes forget about Captain Kingston.

  Deborah McCoy : And leave him at the mercy of that ill-tempered witch? I couldn't. He doesn't know what he's getting himself into!

  Mme. Brizar : [sighs]  Doesn't that apply to most husbands?

• Mme. Brizar : Another month and you might be ready for a gentleman's party.

  Deborah McCoy : A man is no different because of his clothes.

  Mme. Brizar : Gentlemen prefer another type of girl - a slouchier, more indifferent type. Practice looking slouchy and indifferent.

• Mme. Brizar : After your song there will, of course, be applause and then no doubt you will be summoned to the table of your host - Captain Kingston. Now, I will be Captain Kingston.

  [Mme. Brizar puts on a hat and pretends to be Captain Kingston] 

  Deborah McCoy : Good evening, Captain. How about buying me a drink?

  Mme. Brizar : No, no, no, no, no, the approach is much to abrupt.

  Deborah McCoy : Well, it always worked before.

  Mme. Brizar : Well, maybe in your prosaic Boston, but here in New Orleans the gentlemen prefer a more roundabout course, especially Captain Kingston. He's a great favorite with our first families.

  Deborah McCoy : That guarantees he'll be a first-class bore.

• [Debbie practices a musical number in front of Mme. Brizar] 

  Deborah McCoy : Well, do you approve?

  Mme. Brizar : Not bad, not bad. A few minor corrections. Not bad at all. Oh, a little too much rouge, perhaps. Monsieur Narbonne prefers a pale appearance.

  Deborah McCoy : It's not rouge and I don't intend to stick my face in a flour barrel just to please Monsieur Narbonne.

  Mme. Brizar : Debbie, please remember when I found you, you had your face in a vegetable bin.

• Deborah McCoy : I disgraced you thoroughly. Well, go on, say it. The best client you ever had and I...

  Mme. Brizar : Did just what I always wanted to do.

  Deborah McCoy : Why, madame.

  Mme. Brizar : How often, when I was a young singer, did I feel just the same way. But slapping the face of the governor's niece?

  Deborah McCoy : Oh, no.

  Mme. Brizar : Oh, yes.

  Deborah McCoy : Well, I don't care if she's his mother. She deserved it.

• Policeman : [knocking angrily on Brizar's door]  Open! Open, I say!

  Mme. Brizar : Have pity on my door!

• Mme. Brizar : We've had an anxious day, Captain, wondering if it would be you or the police who would call on us. I haven't even let Debbie unpack.

  Frederic Baptiste : It's safe for her to do so, but I'm here to ask her not to.

  Deborah McCoy : Why not? Does my presence in New Orleans embarrass you?

  Frederic Baptiste : On the contrary. New Orleans itself embarrasses me. Therefore, I'm sailing immediately and want you to go with me.

  Deborah McCoy : Won't that be a little awkward - you and I and Madame Narbonne?

  Frederic Baptiste : Then, you know.

  Deborah McCoy : Yes, Madame Brizar was kind enough to tell me.

  Mme. Brizar : At which point I discovered that even a woman doesn't understand women. They're very unpredictable creatures, as you're about to find out.