Herbert Marshall credited as playing...
Dr. M.J. Standish
- Dr. M.J. Standish: May I join the conversation or am I too ancient for the discussions of today's youth?
- Dr. M.J. Standish: [to Andy Hardy] We always think the lady smiles at us. The trouble is it's our masculine deceit that makes us think so. No, I'm afraid this is one of the times when you were not - irresistible.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Well, Andrew, I realize that as a member of the faculty are looked up by Freshman as a cross between a personal devil and an intellectual policeman, but, that doesn't mean that I'm a zombie.
- Andy Hardy: When they take off my clothes and paint me blue they'll find that I have less than five bucks.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Paint you blue? Five bucks? I'm sorry, Andrew, I'm afraid somebody's been giving you the old heave-ho.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: The span of youth is so brief, that it should be allowed to capitalize every enjoyable moment - without too much regard for the cause.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Beautiful, isn't it?
- Kay Wilson: Dr. Standish, what makes us think something beautiful?
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Our own natural desire to be pleased. An instinctive hunger for beauty and an act of anxiety to appreciate it.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Did Andrew tell you what happened today?
- Kay Wilson: No, I haven't seen him since morning.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: In an attempt to improve my relationship with him, I wanted to take the boy into my confidence, give him definite responsibility for another student, a Miss Walker.
- Kay Wilson: A cute little blonde number.
- Kay Wilson: Remember the night the train stopped?
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Oh, I apologize. I wasn't spying. I was only afraid that the train would start suddenly and leave you two youngsters behind.
- Kay Wilson: [gazes up, leans forward, kisses Dr. Standish] That was wrong. Please remember it was I who did it.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Morning. We mentioned yesterday the first verse of "Drink to me only of thine eyes." We concluded that it's leading source could be traced to scattered passages in the love letters of Philostratus, the Sophist. Let's consider the second verse. "I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honoring thee, As giving it a hope, that there, It could not withered be...
- Dr. M.J. Standish: He thought it'd be a good idea to give you a responsibility.
- Judge Hardy: Yes, preferably a young woman - and preferably a lollapalooza.
- Andy Hardy: A lollapalooza?
- Kay Wilson: Perhaps I'm a little younger than I thought.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: Time will take care of that.
- Kay Wilson: I'll know my lessons from now on.
- Judge Hardy: This is the first year you've had coeds here. Each year, dozens of fine young girls are going to come into your perspective. Many of them going through a stage that makes your culture and poise seem romantic.
- Dr. M.J. Standish: I have noticed a half a dozen or so of them, in class, gazing - soulfully at me.
- Judge Hardy: Normal reaction. Protest against the boys of their own age - the hearty young guffs all arms and legs who are liable in their gawky awkwardness to place too emphatic emphasis on spooning.