Pamela Tiffin: Miranda Sampson

Harper

Miranda Sampson

Miranda Sampson: What do you do this kind of crummy work for, anyway?
Lew Harper: What, are you trying to be funny? I do it because I believe in the United Nations and Southeast Asia, and - you think it's funny if your life depends on what goes through the Panama Canal? What about the English pound? I'll tell you something - as long as there's a Siberia, you'll find Lew Harper on the job.
Miranda Sampson: Are you putting me on?
Lew Harper: Jeez, I don't think so.

Miranda Sampson: Don't you ever feel the need to relax? Let's relax some, Harper.
Lew Harper: For what? So the beauty in the next room is gonna get all hot and bothered? Lady, if you can't get him hot and bothered by yourself, I sure ain't gonna do it for you.
Miranda Sampson: Don't you think I'm attractive?
Lew Harper: You're young, rich, and beautiful, and my wife is divorcing me. What do you think I think?
Miranda Sampson: I think you want to relax.

Lew Harper: Stop acting like a bitch in heat every time anything pretty in pants wanders by.
Miranda Sampson: Oh, so we think we're pretty.

Miranda Sampson: My stepmother, Lady Macbeth, is always going to extremes.
Lew Harper: Meaning me, Miss Sampson? I'm a very moderate-type fellow.
Miranda Sampson: Not you, especially. *Everything* she does is extreme. Other women fall off horses without getting paralyzed. Not Elaine. I think it's psychological, don't you
Allan Taggert, Sampson's Pilot: You've been reading too many books.
Miranda Sampson: That's something they'll never accuse *you* of. She's not a raving beauty anymore.
Lew Harper: [disinterested] Can I have a sandwich?
Miranda Sampson: Yes. So she retired from competition. Falling off the horse gave her the chance to do it. For all I know, she did it intentionally. And you've got to admit, it's pretty extreme, hiring a private detective when your husband's been gone just one night.

Miranda Sampson: Well, what's *your* big deficiency?
Lew Harper: I have none - I'm a bloody saint.
Miranda Sampson: Yeah, what about that woman last night at the restaurant?
Lew Harper: What could be more saintly? Just feeding booze to an alcoholic to get information... all part of the job.

Miranda Sampson: [as they're driving up a winding, mountain dirt road] Well, when I'm bored, I drive fast. I pretend I'm on my way to meet something utterly new, all naked and bright. I've gone 105 along here.
Lew Harper: Oh, what are you trying to do, impress me?
Miranda Sampson: Well, why don't you stand on it, old man? You're just as stuffy as Albert. The same Victorian hang-up. You probably still think a woman's place is in the home.
Lew Harper: Not in my *home*.

Miranda Sampson: You have such and advantage in emotional scenes, Elaine - being frigid.
Elaine Sampson: Puss, puss, puss. Did Allan brush you off again?
Miranda Sampson: You simpy, primping, narcissistic... .
Elaine Sampson: Either I'm a narcissist or I'm frigid pussy. I can't very well be both.
Lew Harper: [clears throat] Excuse me, ladies.
[walks away]
Elaine Sampson: Why are you living? It's so attractive here.

Miranda Sampson: Well, you can fly Mr. Harper there or you can stay here with me.
Allan Taggert, Sampson's Pilot: I'll fly. It'll keep me from getting bored.

Miranda Sampson: Daddy keeps a lot of clothes at the bungalow. He likes to be able to pick up fast. So do I.

Miranda Sampson: Hey, Harper, what do you think of me?
Lew Harper: Well, I'd say you had nearly everything and could develop into almost anything.