Quality Street Page #4

Synopsis: It's 1805 England, specifically on Quality Street, where a gentleman passerby is an event, not only for the lady being called upon, but also for the ever watching nosy female neighbors. Based on recent events, twenty year old Phoebe Throssel believes that a proposal of marriage from Dr. Valentine Brown is imminent. However, what Dr. Brown has come to tell Phoebe is that he has enlisted in the army to fight in the Napoleonic Wars, with no mention of any romantic feeling for her from his side. Fast forward ten years. Phoebe and her similarly older spinster sister Susan now run a school. The years and situation have not been kind to Phoebe, now thirty, drab and thus considered an unmarriable spinster. Upon Captain Brown's arrival back to Quality Street, he, by his immediate reaction to seeing Phoebe, too has noticed how Phoebe has changed from what he previously knew as a pretty young thing. Heartbroken, Phoebe, if only for herself, decides to regain some of her youth by paying attention
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Romance
Director(s): George Stevens
Production: Warner Bros.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Rotten Tomatoes:
60%
NOT RATED
Year:
1937
83 min
139 Views


TOLD? I SHALL GO TO HER AT ONCE.

NO.

YOU STAY HERE.

YES, SIR.

I HOPE, MISS SUSAN, TO EVENTUALLY

MEET YOUR CHARMING NIECE.

YES. YES. IT'S, UH,

UNFORTUNATE THAT YOU MISSED HER.

SO AWFUL.

HOW WONDERFUL TO BE AS

SOUGHT AFTER AS MISS LIVVY.

AH, THE INCOMPARABLE

MISS LIVVY.

AH, THE INVISIBLE MISS LIVVY

IS MORE LIKELY TO BE HERE

AND YE NOT TO BE HERE.

PERHAPS NEXT TIME MISS

LIVVY WILL BE AT HOME.

PERHAPS.

AH-CHOO!

AH-CHOO!

IT'S TOO MUCH FOR ME,

PHOEBE.

I'M SURE OUR FRIENDS

SUSPECT.

HURRY, MY NIGHTGOWN,

HE'LL BE HERE IN A MOMENT.

OH, PHOEBE,

FOR MY SAKE,

LET US SEND MISS LIVVY BACK TO

HER FATHER WHILE THERE IS YET TIME.

HURRY, SUSAN, HURRY.

FOREGO THE BALL TONIGHT.

I WILL.

I PROMISE I WILL.

SHE'S UPSTAIRS.

MISS PHOEBE!

MISS SUSAN!

IT'S CAPTAIN BROWN.

HURRY, SUSAN.

RECEIVE HIM!

OH, IT'S SO TERRIFYING.

IF THEY SHOULD FIND OUT,

WE DARE NOT OPEN THE SCHOOL.

WHAT A SCANDAL:

IT WOULD BE.

WE CAN STARVE.

CAPTAIN BROWN HAS COME

TO SEE YOU, MY DEAR.

OH, I'M SORRY.

OH!

I'M SORRY TO FIND

YOU NO BETTER.

HAVE YOU A HEADACHE?

NO.

HAVE YOU HAD THE CHILL?

NO.

WHAT DO YOU THINK

CAUSES THIS WEAKNESS?

A FEVER.

AH-CHOO.

A COLD!

IT'S MISS LIVVY.

MISS LIVVY'S VISIT HAS

TURNED OUR LIVES UPSIDE-DOWN.

NOT ONLY YOURS, MA'AM.

WHAT MEAN YOU, SIR?

OH, NO MATTER. I'LL HAVE THE

APOTHECARY SEND YOU A TONIC.

AND WOULD YOU APOLOGIZE

TO MISS LIVVY:

FOR MY LEAVING HER ALONE

THIS AFTERNOON?

IF WHAT SHE TELLS US

IS THE TRUTH, SIR,

SHE IS INVARIABLY

WELL ATTENDED.

I THINK SHE CAN:

SPARE YOU, SIR.

INDEED.

HOW THEY SPOIL HER.

I'M AFRAID THEY DO.

DO YOU THINK, UH,

SHE IS PERHAPS TOO BRAZEN?

SHE'S YOUNG.

YES. YES, SHE IS.

WELL, HOWEVER THAT MAY BE,

I SHALL BE HERE AT 9:00

TO TAKE HER TO THE BALL.

BUT MISS LIVVY GOES

NOT TO THE BALL.

I WAS NOT AWARE THERE WAS

ANY CHANGE IN PLAN.

NOR IS THERE, SUSAN?

MISS LIVVY:

WILL ACCOMPANY YOU, SIR.

YOU'RE MOST OBEDIENT,

MA'AM.

I HOPE TO FIND YOU

MUCH IMPROVED WHEN I RETURN.

OH, VALENTINE BROWN,

HOW COULD YOU?

PHOEBE!

TOO WEARY OF PHOEBE.

PATIENT, LADY-LIKE PHOEBE.

AND BECOME ENAMORED

IN A NIGH OF THAT HORRID,

FORWARD, FLIRTING,

HEARTLESS, HATEFUL,

LITTLE TOAD OF A LIVVY.

WELL, PHOEBE, YOU PROMISED

ME NOT TO GO TO THE BALL.

MISS LIVVY:

MUST GO TO THE BALL.

THERE'S BEEN A DECLARATION

IN HIS EYES ALL THIS WEEK

AND TONIGHT I MEAN

TO BRING HIM TO IT.

AND WHEN HE CRIES, "ADORABLE,

MISS LIVVY, BE MINE!"

I INTEND TO ANSWER

WITH A LA, CAPTAIN BROWN,

HOW RIDICULOUS YOU ARE.

YOU'RE MUCH TOO OLD. HA!

PHOEBE, HOW CAN YOU

BE SO CRUEL?

HOW DO I LOOK?

PLEASE TO REMEMBER, WE'RE NO BENT ON PLEASURE, HENRIETTA.

OUR ATTENDANCE AT THE BALL

IS THE PERFORMANCE OF A DUTY.

A DUTY TO QUALITY STREET.

PERHAPS A GOOD LOOK AT THE GAY

MISS LIVVY WILL SOLVE THIS MYSTERY.

BUT, MARY, DO WE DARE?

WE DO.

DEAR MISS LIVVY,

THE MOON IS SO LOVELY,

WILL YOU STROLL:

AND LET ME SHOW YOU?

SIR! BUT, MA'AM, IS

NOT THE NEXT DANCE MINE?

OH, BUT I'M SO FOND

OF THE DEAR MOON.

I'LL BE VERY PLEASED

TO POINT IT OUT TO YOU.

BUT, SIR,

THIS IS UNENDURABLE.

MAY I SOLICI OF YOU, MISS LIVVY?

IS CAPTAIN BROWN

YOUR GUARDIAN?

ARE YOU AFFIANCED TO HIM?

OH, SIR, YOU MUS NOT ASK THAT OF ME.

BY WHAT RIGHT, SIR,

DO YOU INTERFERE?

BY A RIGHT I HOPE TO

MAKE CLEAR TO MISS LIVVY.

AS SOON AS WE'RE ALONE.

GLORY BE, IF IT AIN' THE RECRUITING SERGEANT.

BLESS MY SOUL. CAN IT REALLY BE

- NOW, DON'T TELL ME.

NOW, DON'T TELL ME. I'LL

THINK OF THE NAME IN A MOMENT.

HA HA, I KNOW IT STARTS

WITH A "P".

YES, NOW, UH,

WOULD IT BE-

DO YOU KNOW MISS PHOEBE?

PHOEBE!

THAT'S RIGHT, PHOEBE!

WELL, HOW ARE YOU?

COMING SO FAR, MON PETITE.

I'M NOT MISS PHOEBE. I'M LOOKING

FOR MISS PHOEBE, MY MISTRESS.

OH, WELL, LET ME TELL

YOU THIS, MON PETITE,

YOU CAN'T GO IN THERE

WITHOUT A CARD YOU KNOW.

THEN YOU GO ON IN THERE

AND TELL MISS PHOEBE

THAT THE WILLOUGHBYS

ARE ON THEIR WAY HERE.

THEY'RE COMING TO SEE

MISS LIVVY,

SO SHE'D BETTER GO HOME

AT ONCE.

WHO, MISS LIVVY?

NO, MISS PHOEBE.

THERE AIN'T NO MISS LIVVY.

YEAH, BUT YOU JUS TOLD ME

THEY WERE COMING

TO SEE MISS LIVVY.

THEY THINK MISS LIVVY

IS MISS PHOEBE.

HOW SILLY. HOW CAN THEY

POSSIBLY THINK THAT?

BECAUSE SHE IS MISS PHOEBE.

WHO IS?

MISS OLIVIA.

OH, YEAH.

OH, HERE THEY ARE.

COME ON.

PATTY!

THE WILLOUGHBYS, MA'AM,

ARE ON THEIR WAY HERE.

THE WILLOUGHBYS!

YES, MA'AM.

SEE, MISS LIVVY.

MISS SUSAN.

I FEEL ILL. FAINT.

ENSIGN BLADES, CORDIAL, IF YOU PLEASE.

YES. YES, OF COURSE.

MISS LIVVIE...

YES, MR. BROWN.

THERE'S SOMETHING

I MUST SAY TO YOU.

REALLY?

WHAT?

OH, TH-THERE YOU ARE.

I- I-I-I FEEL ILL.

FAINT.

CAPTAIN BROWN, A CORDIAL

IF YOU PLEASE.

IMMEDIATELY, MA'AM.

THANK YOU.

OH, SUSAN, HE WAS

JUST ABOUT TO OFFER.

PHOEBE, THEY'RE HERE.

THEY'RE HERE.

WHO'S HERE?

THE WILLOUGHBYS:

AND MISS HENRIETTA.

GOOD HEAVENS.

WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?

WE MUST LEAVE AT ONCE.

WHERE IS YOUR CLOAK?

IN THE RETIRING ROOM.

THEY'VE PROBABLY

RETURNED INDOORS.

THERE THEY ARE.

ARE YOU SURE?

OF COURSE, MARY.

'TIS LIVVIE.

IT'S THE CLOAK AND BONNE SHE WORE TO THE FIRST BALL.

HOW ATTENTIVE:

CAPTAIN BROWN IS.

DO WE DARE:

INTERRUPT THEM?

WE DO.

I THINK I'VE KNOWN

THE YOUNG LADY LONG ENOUGH

TO ALLOW MYSELF:

THAT LIBERTY.

PHOEBE!

YES, M-MARY.

HOW DO YOU DO?

YOUR CORDIAL,

MISS SUSAN.

OH. THANK YOU.

ANOTHER,

IF-IF YOU PLEASE.

AT ONCE, MA'AM.

MISS SUSAN?

THANK YOU.

THERE YOU ARE.

OH. GET ME ONE,

TOO.

YOU'RE MISS PHOEBE?

YES, MARY,

I AM PHOEBE.

AMAZING.

MISS PHOEBE, WE'VE

DONE YOU A CRUEL WRONG.

WE'VE NEVER REALLY

MET HER.

NEVER SEEN HER:

TOGETHER WITH YOU.

SO WE WERE CONVINCED

THERE WAS NO SUCH PERSON.

AND OF COURSE WE THOUGH IT MUST BE YOU.

I CAN STILL SEE HER

IN THE GARDEN.

OH.

OH, YOU-YOU-YOU

MEAN, HENRIETTA,

YOU MEAN, MARY,

THAT-THAT I-

IT WAS WICKED OF US,

I KNOW,

BUT WE THOUGHT THAT YOU

AND MISS LIVVIE:

WERE THE SAME PERSON.

OH, HOW COULD YOU?

OH...

OH, DO FORGIVE US,

PHOEBE, DEAR.

WE COULD NOT HELP

SUSPECTING.

WE BEG YOUR PARDON.

OH.

PHOEBE, YOU LOOK

SO PRETTY.

ARE THEY PAYING YOU

NO ATTENTIONS, MY DEAR?

ALAS, NO. THEY...

THEY THINK OF NONE,

BUT, UH, LIVVIE.

AND CAPTAIN BROWN?

HE IS INFATUATED

WITH HER.

OH, PHOEBE.

PARDON ME.

OH, CAPTAIN BROWN,

YOU LEFT MISS LIVVIE.

AH, BUT, MA'AM,

I RETURN TO HER.

THAT'S A MISTAKE, SIR.

I WAS JUST THINKING

THAT IF I WERE A GENTLEMAN,

I SHOULD PAY MY ADDRESSES TO MISS

PHOEBE MUCH RATHER THAN TO HER NIECE.

YOU EMBARRASS ME.

ME ALSO, MA'AM.

YOU SEE, I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTAN TO SAY

TO MISS LIVVIE.

OH.

IN THAT CASE, SIR,

WE SHAN'T DELAY YOU

ANY FURTHER.

THANK YOU, MA'AM.

GOOD EVENING.

GOOD EVENING, MARY.

GOOD EVENING, FANNIE.

GOOD EVENING.

SUSAN, I SHALL

CALL TOMORROW.

I DO SO WISH TO KNOW

MISS LIVVIE BETTER.

AUNTIE...

YOU REMEMBER THA CAPTAIN BROWN SAID

THAT HE HAD SOMETHING OF

IMPORTANCE TO SAY TO ME?

OH, INDEED.

EXCUSE ME.

YES, MR. BROWN?

MISS LIVVIE,

NO DOUBT THESE VARYING

FLIRTATIONS AMUSE YOU.

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