Leslie Howard: Philip

Of Human Bondage

Philip

Mildred Rogers: Anything you want?
Philip Carey: Yes, if you don't mind I'd like to talk to you. Um... filthy weather, isn't it?
Mildred Rogers: Makes no difference to me. I have to be here all day.
Philip Carey: Don't talk like that. I only wanted to say something pleasant.
Mildred Rogers: Well, say it.
Philip Carey: You know you have a lovely smile. You should try using it more often.
Mildred Rogers: Oh, don't go spoofing me. A girl who works hard all day like I do. I don't have much reason to smile.
Philip Carey: Perhaps I could find a reason. Would you let me try?

Thorpe Athelny: I was married to a lady once. Good heavens! Never marry a lady, my boy.
Philip Carey: Oh really? Why?
Thorpe Athelny: Because a lady has a point of view, a personality and an individuality, all to devil you with!

Philip Carey: I thought you were never coming.
Mildred Rogers: Ooh, like that. After keeping me waiting. I almost went home.
Philip Carey: I was in the second class waiting room. I thought you said you'd be there.
Mildred Rogers: No, I said "is it likely I would sit in the second class if I could sit in the first?" For a gentleman of brains you don't use them, do ya?
Philip Carey: Perhaps not. Anyway you're here, so it's alright, isn't it?
Mildred Rogers: You certainly do make a girl feel important to ya.

[last lines]
Sally Athelny: Philip, you're free.
Philip Carey: Yes, but suddenly... suddenly there's nowhere to go.
Cabbie at End: Taxi, sir?
Philip Carey: No thanks. No.
[to Sally]
Philip Carey: I had to be free to realize that. I had to be free to understand that all those years that I'd dreamed of escape, it was because I was limping through life.
Cabbie at End: Taxi, sir?
Philip Carey: No thank you!
[continuing]
Philip Carey: And because I was bound up with a person who was incredible to me. That's all over. I'm not limping anymore. My life's all right.
Sally Athelny: Then why don't you go?
Philip Carey: Because everything that's beautiful to me is... is right here. Won't you please marry me, Sally?
Sally Athelny: If you like.
Philip Carey: But don't you want to?
Sally Athelny: Well, there's no one else I'd marry.
[Philip goes to kiss her, but stops when a man on the street stares at them]
Cabbie at End: How about a taxi, sir?
Philip Carey: What?
Cabbie at End: How about a taxi?
Philip Carey: Yes!
[Philip and Sally get in the cab and kiss]

Thorpe Athelny: I don't think women ought to sit down at table with men.
Philip Carey: Oh! Don't you? Why not?
Thorpe Athelny: It ruins conversation. I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads. And women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.
Philip Carey: You sound like the old voice of England.
Thorpe Athelny: I am, sir. And this is fine old Yorkshire pudding that gives me the strength to carry on.

Philip Carey: Norah, I've got something strange to tell you. You've been so good to me, it only makes it harder.
Norah: Philip, what's wrong?
Philip Carey: I'm sorry, it... it's just over.
Norah: You mean you don't care for me anymore?
Philip Carey: I'm afraid so.
Norah: What have I done?
Philip Carey: Nothing. You've been wonderful to me. It's just that I...
[he puts his head in his hands]
Norah: 'Course I knew you never loved me as much as I love you.
Philip Carey: Yes, I'm afraid that's usually the case. There's usually one who loves, and one who *is* loved.
Norah: Oh, it's always the same. If you want a man to be nice to you, you have to be rotten to him. If you treat a man honestly, you... Philip, there's someone else.
Philip Carey: Yes.
Norah: Who is she?
Philip Carey: Mildred. She's come back.
Norah: After all she's done. How could you?
Philip Carey: That's what I'd like to know.
Norah: It's just as though you were bound to her in some way.
Philip Carey: Yes.
Norah: As I am to you. As she was to Miller.
Philip Carey: As every human being is, to something or other.