John Payne: Dan Christy

Springtime in the Rockies

Dan Christy

Dan Christy: I remember you. You're the bartender.
McTavish: Wrong tense, sir. I was.
Dan Christy: You mean you gave up your job on account of me?
McTavish: Well, it wasn't a very satisfactory occupation, sir. I'd only been a bartender for two days.
Dan Christy: It's all very clear to me. You took advantage of me while I was in that bar.
McTavish: On the contrary, sir. I was obliged to help you to the airplane. Then you prevailed upon me to accompany you as your companion. You said it was fate.

Dan Christy: Where am I?
McTavish: Chateau Lake Louise. Heart of the Canadian Rockies. Elevation, 5,670 feet.

Dan Christy: McTavish, how long have you been talking like the Encyclopedia Britannica?

McTavish: Well, it all started with my Aunt Stefanie, sir. That is, it started with her will. It's become quite a burden, really.
Dan Christy: Her will? Don't tell me she died and left you all her big words.
McTavish: Well, it amounts to practically the same thing, sir. You see, when my Aunt Stefanie died, I was a freshman at Harvard and in her will, she stipulated that I was to receive an allowance of $10,000 a year as long as I remained in college.
Dan Christy: Huh?
McTavish: Yes. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I've been going to school now for 20 years. I graduated last month.
Dan Christy: Twenty years in one college?
McTavish: Oh, no sir. No, sir. I have diplomas from five.

Dan Christy: What are you doing tending bar?
McTavish: Well, sir, I wanted to learn about life... and the present. For 20 years I've been shut up learning about the past.
Dan Christy: McTavish, this begins to sound like a gag. You certainly look like a bartender.
McTavish: [Looking very pleased] Really? Oh... Oh, thank you, sir. Thank you.

McTavish: Oh well, sir, my whole life has been impossible. You see, I know everything.
Dan Christy: Well, what's wrong with that?
McTavish: Well, I confess. Though I am a master of romance languages, I'm scarcely a master of romance. Bachelor of Arts, yes, but awfully tired of being a bachelor.
Dan Christy: Well, keep your chin up, McTavish.
McTavish: Yes, sir.
Dan Christy: Both of 'em.
McTavish: Yes, sir.

Dan Christy: [reads engraving on ring] Together till... this inscription's only half finished.
McTavish: It was just one hour between planes.

Rosita Murphy: I am your secretary.
Dan Christy: What?
McTavish: That's quite right, Mr. Christy. You hired her in Detroit. She was at the souvenir counter.
Rosita Murphy: You were having some little trouble and I fix for you.

Dan Christy: Oh, you two haven't met. Miss Murphy, Miss Lane.
Vicky Lane: How do you do, Miss Murphy.
Rosita Murphy: How do you do, I'm sure. I'm fine, thanks.
Dan Christy: Miss Murphy's my secretary.
Vicky Lane: Your, uh, secretary?
Dan Christy: Mmm, secretary.
Vicky Lane: I see. Mr. Christy, I just called your room. A man informed me that he was your valet.
Dan Christy: Oh, yes. My valet. My secretary. I'm traveling light, but I manage.
Vicky Lane: I can see you're roughing it. Goodbye, Mr. Christy.
Rosita Murphy: Nice for you to make my acquaintance, Miss Lane.

McTavish: You know, I would suggest your lying down, sir. It'll quiet your mind.
Dan Christy: Who's on the phone?
McTavish: It's the general, sir. The colonel, er that Mr. Commissioner from New York.

Dan Christy: Tell those two ugly mugs to keep their shirts on. I know what I'm doing.
Commissioner: [to two gents sitting in his office] He says, love and kisses and how are you?

Dan Christy: McTavish, any time a woman never wants to see you again, that means she can't live without you. I'm happy to report that everything is progressing according to plan.
McTavish: Really, sir, really? Your scientific approach to a woman's heart - it's just amazing, sir.
Dan Christy: Thank you, McTavish.