Burgess Meredith: Harry

Tom, Dick and Harry

Harry

Janie: Where's your car?
Harry: Why, do you mind walking?
Janie: [laughs] I'd love to.
Harry: Good, I like to walk.
[Breathes deeply]
Janie: I guess if you don't have to, you want to, huh?
Harry: Well, even if you don't want to, you may have to. So, you might as well want to.
Janie: [laughs] I guess if you don't want to and you don't have to, you just don't. Cause you don't want to.
Harry: Yeah, well, you can always take a Streetcar.

Janie: I guess you think I'm awful. We'll probably never see each other again. You never will understand.
Harry: What are you doing tonight?
Janie: Oh, I didn't mean it. I - eh...
Harry: No, I know you didn't. I'm just impulsive. Eight o'clock all right?
Janie: Swell! Golly!

Janie: Why can't a girl like me marry a millionaire?
Harry: There's not enough millionaires. How many millionaires do you think there are?
Janie: In America?
Harry: Yeah.
Janie: Oh, about a million.
Harry: Nine thousand six hundred and fifty-three. And most of them are already married.
Janie: Well, if they're married, maybe they got sons?
Harry: The rich have a very low birth rate.

Harry: You know how many girls there are like you?
Janie: One.
Harry: There's eleven million six hundred and five thousand five hundred and fifty-two, at least.

Janie: But, golly, you can't explain everything by numbers. You make it sound like a horse race.
Harry: Well, that's what it is. You gotta figure the odds, see.
Janie: Well, sure, the odds are against any two people meeting. After all, there's something like two billion people in the world. And if a girl meets any fella, it's an accident, isn't it?
Harry: Yeah, well...
Janie: Well, there's no reason why the accident can't be a rich fella instead of poor fella.

Harry: I suppose the answer is get ahead, all right, but without sluggin' all the time. You see, I think livin' with people is better than fighting with 'em. And I don't believe in this every man for himself. I get lonesome.

Janie: Why, I, I hardly know you.
Harry: Well, sometimes people know each other better in one night, than they do in - two weeks!
Janie: They do?
Harry: Yeah. How 'bout it Janie?

Tom: There's a little car right there that's the finest thing on the market and the most amazing thing about it is the price, only five hundred and ninety-eight dollars.
Harry: Five hundred and ninety...
Tom: Yes sir. That little car's got more zip, more class, more efficiency, more economy than a dive bomber.

Tom: Listen, when we get there, I want you and the girlfriend to climb right in that little ol' back seat. Just forget that I'm here. I don't want you to be conscience of my presence. You know what I mean?
Harry: Sure do.

Tom: [points to Harry] Janie, I want you to tell this fuzzle-top feather-merchant who you're engaged to.
Janie: [points to Dick] Him.
Harry: Him?
Tom: Him?
Janie: Him.
Tom: What about me?
Janie: I'm engaged to you too.
Dick: What?
Tom: You mean you're engaged to both of us?
Janie: I'm engaged to all three of you.
Dick: What?
Tom: But you can't be!
Janie: Why not? You all asked me.