The Divorcee Quote
Waiter: Pardon, you, you uh rang sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Who me? Well, my dear fellow, what is there here to ring with?
Waiter: Pardon sir, that's just a figure of speech.
Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh, oh. Uhuh. Well, bring me a... let me have a... eh, there there. You see? Your figure of speech has made me forget entirely what I wanted.
Waiter: Could it have been that you require crumpets?
Egbert Fitzgerald: No no no, I never ring for crumpets.
Waiter: Would you be the kind of man who would ring for a toasted scone, sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Scone? Well, now uh, no. no. Try me again.
Waiter: Well, then could you, could you imagine yourself with a hankering for a nice gooseberry tart?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh what an acid thought. Please.
Waiter: No crumpets. No scones. No gooseberry tart. Well that lands both of us in a cul-de-sac doesn't it, sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Of course it does. I knew it would.
Waiter: You know I hate to leave you like this. You torn with doubts and me with my duty undischarged.
Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh well cheer up old man, cheer up. It will come to me.
Waiter: Was it animal or vegetable sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: No.
Waiter: Well that leaves us mineral doesn't it sir. Now sir, was it a bit of half and half, a noggin of ale, a pipkin of porter, a stoop of stout, or a beaker of beer?
Egbert Fitzgerald:
Egbert Fitzgerald: Who me? Well, my dear fellow, what is there here to ring with?
Waiter: Pardon sir, that's just a figure of speech.
Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh, oh. Uhuh. Well, bring me a... let me have a... eh, there there. You see? Your figure of speech has made me forget entirely what I wanted.
Waiter: Could it have been that you require crumpets?
Egbert Fitzgerald: No no no, I never ring for crumpets.
Waiter: Would you be the kind of man who would ring for a toasted scone, sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Scone? Well, now uh, no. no. Try me again.
Waiter: Well, then could you, could you imagine yourself with a hankering for a nice gooseberry tart?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh what an acid thought. Please.
Waiter: No crumpets. No scones. No gooseberry tart. Well that lands both of us in a cul-de-sac doesn't it, sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: Of course it does. I knew it would.
Waiter: You know I hate to leave you like this. You torn with doubts and me with my duty undischarged.
Egbert Fitzgerald: Oh well cheer up old man, cheer up. It will come to me.
Waiter: Was it animal or vegetable sir?
Egbert Fitzgerald: No.
Waiter: Well that leaves us mineral doesn't it sir. Now sir, was it a bit of half and half, a noggin of ale, a pipkin of porter, a stoop of stout, or a beaker of beer?
Egbert Fitzgerald:
Movie: The Divorcee
