Luxury Liner (1948)

Jane Powell: Polly Bradford

Quotes 

• Pierre : Don't look so unhappy, little girl. Things could be worse.

  Polly Bradford : [Peeling potatoes in the ship's galley]  How?

  Pierre : Those might be onions.

• Polly Bradford : Don't you realize that... that I don't have any more home life than... than a fish?

• Polly Bradford : I guess you might be quite provoked with me.

  Captain Jeremy Bradford : That's a pretty good guess. Why did you do it?

• Polly Bradford : You don't know it but I'm possibly your greatest admirer. I think you're the most wonderful man in the world - as a singer, that is. I have all your records and I play them over and over and over again. Oh, Mr. Erikson, you *send* me. In fact, you're my Sinatra.

• Polly Bradford : He wants to make up. She's not ready to yet. She won't answer the phone or talk to him or anything. But, he still keeps trying. Isn't it romantic?

  Captain Jeremy Bradford : Or, annoying.

• Denis Mulvy : Please don't be mad at me any more.

  Polly Bradford : I'm too sad to be mad at anybody. Even you.

  Denis Mulvy : What are you sad about?

  Polly Bradford : Life.

  Denis Mulvy : Yes, I know. It makes me sad sometimes, too.

• Suzy : Oh, I don't know. I wouldn't want him as a *father*. Say, when is leap year?

  Polly Bradford : Suzy, I'm not going to have you for a step-mother.

• Denis Mulvy : I'm sorry I was rough with you. I'm really not a brute.

  Polly Bradford : No?

  Denis Mulvy : Oh, no. But, when you kicked me, I - well, I guess I lost my head.

  Polly Bradford : Oh, you lost your head? Then, go look for it!

• Polly Bradford : He needs to be disciplined.

• Polly Bradford : [singing]  Peanuts, If you haven't got bananas don't be blue, Peanuts in a little bag are calling you...

• Polly Bradford : Try some of these weenies. They're delicious!

• Polly Bradford : Oh, Señor Cugat, you've been so nice that I just can't refuse.

• Polly Bradford : I guess you're doing what I'd do too. Make him *wait* - and suffer.

• Polly Bradford : [singing]  In her heart was Spring, The merriness of May, Was in her voice, And she was gay...