Kirk Douglas: Eddie Anderson

The Arrangement

Eddie Anderson

Eddie Anderson: I want you to sell that house. And sell that place in the desert. Sell the cars, the paintings, that Bulgarian statue in the garden. Sell the books, the records, deep freezer, everything! Look, I'm the head of the house, that's an order: sell it!
Florence Anderson: Yes, but Eddie, be sensible. Where would we *go*?
Eddie Anderson: What do we really need? We'll get a small apartment here, and start from scratch.
Florence Anderson: Eddie, you've worked hard all your life. You deserve a comfortable living.
Eddie Anderson: [Blurts out laughing] I wasn't *comfortable*! I kept trying to kill myself!

Gwen: OK, yes, I know, I'm nothing, I never was, but you! You could have been...
Eddie Anderson: What? What?!
Gwen: ...What you could have been. ...What happened to you, Eddie? Must kill you to think what you might have been.

Florence Anderson: Eddie, remember the time you took a leave from the office - went east to research your profile on Chet Collier?
Eddie Anderson: That son of a bitch.
Florence Anderson: I always suspected that you...
Eddie Anderson: You suspected right. I took her east with me. My research girl.
Florence Anderson: Oh, God. I wish just once, just once, you'd said to me: "Let's go. Come with me and be my research girl." How did she talk you into that? I don't want to know. Good night. That bitch!

Eddie Anderson: I'm gonna tell you the truth. The - the physical part, that wasn't it really. Somehow, by insulting me - got me mad - she made me look at myself in a way I hadn't done for years. That's why I held onto it the way I did.

Eddie Anderson: Bullshit. You know what we're gonna put on the tip of everybody's tongue. Mustn't say the dirty word here, but it's not the "clean" one.

Arthur Houghton: It's been my experience that when women, particularly women who feel this way...
Eddie Anderson: I kept 200.
Arthur Houghton: That money, its transfer, has a soothing effect.

Eddie Anderson: Can a 44-year-old man who doesn't like himself go back and start again? That's the plot of our true romance, my faithful reader.

Sam Arness: How much money you made this year?
Eddie Anderson: Oh, I paid taxes on about 80 thou. Eighty thou.
Sam Arness: [laughs] "Oh, I pay taxes on 80 thou. " Oh, but how much you make? Right? Smart. Smart. Don't tell me. Your money, your business. I know you got plenty.

Eddie Anderson: Florence, aren't you a long ways from home?
Florence Anderson: If you insist on putting a match to all I've built for more than 20 years, I'm damn well gonna be here too.

Gwen: I called up Jack Schnee.
Eddie Anderson: The poster man?
Gwen: That's right. You got it.
Eddie Anderson: What was his attraction?
Gwen: I remembered you didn't like him. That was his attraction and that's the way I went.

Eddie Anderson: I worked my way through college. You did everything you could to stop me. If it wasn't for Mother...
Sam Arness: Where do you think she got money? From my pockets! Send good-for-nothing, hopeless-case son Shakespeare-and-so-forth college. But then you found out what life is and you make big shot success because you got merchant blood here, here, here.
Eddie Anderson: Don't give me that merchant-blood shit! You're selfish. Mean.
Sam Arness: You have my blood, my brains.
Eddie Anderson: I have my blood, my brains!

Eddie Anderson: Now, what is it, your mother's fault, your father's fault? What's that, Freud? You are you, kid.