Meet Me in St. Louis (1944)
Margaret O'Brien: 'Tootie' Smith
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Quotes
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[about her doll]
'Tootie' Smith : Poor Margeretha, I've never seen her look so pale.
Mr. Neely : The sun oughta do her some good.
'Tootie' Smith : I suspect she won't live through the night, she has four fatal diseases.
Mr. Neely : And it only takes one.
'Tootie' Smith : But she's going to have a beautiful funeral, in a cigar box my Papa gave me, all wrapped up in silver paper.
Mr. Neely : That's the way to go, if you have to go.
'Tootie' Smith : Oh, she has to go.
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[about the pronunciation of "St. Louis"]
Mr. Neely : Well, I got a cousin who spells it the same way, and we call him "Louie."
'Tootie' Smith : He's isn't a city though, is he?
Mr. Neely : No...
'Tootie' Smith : Is he a saint?
Mr. Neely : Uh, no.
'Tootie' Smith : Then there's no comparison.
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[When the family finds out that they are moving to New York City permanently]
'Tootie' Smith : It'll take me at least a week to dig up all my dolls in the cemetery.
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'Tootie' Smith : Nobody's going to have them, not if we can't take them to New York! I'd rather kill them if we can't take them with us!
Esther Smith : Oh, Tootie, don't cry. Don't cry, it's all right. You can build other snow people in New York.
'Tootie' Smith : No, you can't! You can't do any of the things that I can do in St. Louis!
Esther Smith : No, no, Tootie, you're wrong. New York is a wonderful town. Everybody dreams about going there, but we're luckier than lots of families because we're really going. Wait till you see the nice new home we're going to have, and the loads and loads of new friends we're going to make. But the main thing is, Tootie, that we're all going to be together, just like we've always been. That's what really counts. We could be happy anywhere as long as we're together.
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[after hearing Mr. Smith fall down the stairs]
'Tootie' Smith : Now I remember where I left my other skate!
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Katie (Maid) : Mrs. Smith, who are these boys?
Agnes Smith : It's me, Katie, it's Agnes!
Katie (Maid) : Saints preserve us, it is! You had me fooled!
'Tootie' Smith : Mama, we fooled her!
Mrs. Anna Smith : Well, if you can fool our Katie, you can fool anyone.
Katie (Maid) : Agnes, I thought you were a drunken ghost.
Agnes Smith : But I am. Tootie's a horrible ghost, and I'm a terrible drunken ghost.
'Tootie' Smith : She was murdered in a den of thieves, and I died of a broken heart. I've never even been buried because everyone's scared to come near me.
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Agnes Smith : Rose, it's six-thirty and Warren hasn't called yet.
'Tootie' Smith : Maybe he found another girl.
Mrs. Anna Smith : Quiet, you two.
Rose Smith : Mama, I assure you that I'm not the slightest bit sensitive about Warren Sheffield.
Grandpa : The queen has spoken.
Lon Smith Jr. : I suppose Warren's too young, too. Every fellow I introduce her to is too young.
Mrs. Anna Smith : Now, listen. Your papa will be down in a minute, and if we all eat quickly, we may still get out of here before the call comes through.
Esther Smith : Warren is twenty-one and I think that's a perfect age.
Rose Smith : He's practically a child.
Mrs. Anna Smith : Your father was twenty when we were married.
Grandpa : We gave him the bachelor dinner the night before. He almost missed the wedding!
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'Tootie' Smith : Here comes the invalid. I have to have two kinds of ice cream. I'm recuperating.
Mrs. Anna Smith : If I ever catch you fibbing again like you did about John Truett, I'll give you something to recuperate about.
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'Tootie' Smith : I wanna sleep right here.
Mrs. Anna Smith : Of course you will, darling.
'Tootie' Smith : And I wanna wear Esther's nightgown.
Rose Smith : I'll get it for you right now.
Mrs. Anna Smith : I hate to think about what your papa's going to do when he hears about all this. He may strike that Truett boy.
Rose Smith : I'll do that, Mama.
Mrs. Anna Smith : All right. And I'll get you some ice cream and cake, Tootie.
'Tootie' Smith : [singing] Feed a cold, starve a fever. I was drunk last night, dear Mother, I was drunk the night before. But if you'll forgive me, Mother, I'll never get drunk anymore!
Esther Smith : I got him! He didn't even have a chance to scratch me.
Rose Smith : Why, your dress is torn.
Esther Smith : Oh, that must've happened while he was trying to hold me off. I bit him!
'Tootie' Smith : [clapping her hands] I bit him, too!
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'Tootie' Smith : And I'm taking all my dolls, even the dead ones. I'm taking everything.
Esther Smith : Of course you are. I'll help you pack them myself. You won't have to leave anything behind. Except your snow people, of course. We'd look pretty silly trying to get them on the train, wouldn't we?
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'Tootie' Smith : Hello, Papa, I buried Maude Rockefeller today, and you missed all the fun.
Mr. Alonzo Smith : Oh, I wouldn't say that. I've had a pretty full day. Tootie, remind me to spank you right after dinner.
'Tootie' Smith : Yes, Papa.
Mr. Alonzo Smith : Lord, we thank thee for the bountiful blessing we are about to receive. Amen.
'Tootie' Smith : Agnes, if I forget to remind Papa, you remind me.
Agnes Smith : All right.
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'Tootie' Smith : We'll fix him fine. It'll serve him right for poisoning cats... He buys meat and then he buys poison and then he puts them all together.
Agnes Smith : And then he burns the cats at midnight in his furnace. You could smell the smoke...
'Tootie' Smith : ...and Mr. Braukoff was beating his wife with a red hot poker... and Mr. Braukoff has empty whiskey bottles in his cellar.
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Grandpa : That doctor must be walking.
Rose Smith : Should I call Papa at the office?
Mrs. Anna Smith : Oh, good heavens no, don't call your father! What could he do? There, there, darling.
'Tootie' Smith : He tried to kill me...
Mrs. Anna Smith : Now, tell mama. What happened?
Esther Smith : It was the streetcar. I think it hit her.
Rose Smith : It must have knocked her onto the sidewalk, didn't it, Tootie?
'Tootie' Smith : No, it wasn't a streetcar. It was John Truett. He tried to kill me.
Esther Smith : John Truett?
Mrs. Anna Smith : John Truett hit you?
'Tootie' Smith : He tried to kill me, and when I screamed, he ran away.
Esther Smith : Tootie Smith, that's a monstrous falsehood. John Truett wouldn't hit a girl, at least of all my sister.
