Quotes from George Sanders movies and TV shows

Margo: Why so remote Addison? I should think you'd be at your protégé's side lending her moral support.
Addison DeWitt: Miss Casswell at the moment is where I can lend no support, moral or otherwise.
Margo: In the lady's, shall we say, lounge?
Addison DeWitt: ...being violently ill to her tummy.

Addison DeWitt: That I should want you at all, suddenly strikes me as the height of improbability. But that, in itself, is probably the reason. You're an improbable person, Eve, and so am I. We have that in common. Also, our contempt for humanity and inability to love, and be loved, insatiable ambition, and talent. We deserve each other.

Addison DeWitt: We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don't blow them, who else will?

Addison DeWitt: And what's your name?
Phoebe: Phoebe.
Addison DeWitt: Phoebe?
Phoebe: I call myself Phoebe.
Addison DeWitt: And why not? Tell me, Phoebe, do you want someday to have an award like that of your own?
Phoebe: More than anything else in the world.
Addison DeWitt: Then you must ask Miss Harrington how to get one. Miss Harrington knows all about it.

Addison DeWitt: We all have abnormalities in common. We're a breed apart from the rest of humanity, we theatre folk. We are the original displaced personalities.

Miss Casswell: Tell me this, do they have auditions for television?
Addison DeWitt: That's, uh, all television is, my dear, nothing but auditions.

Addison DeWitt: Why not read my column to pass the time? The minutes will fly like hours.

Ffolliott: Who has he shot?
John Jones: Van Meer assassinated.
Ffolliott: Dead?
John Jones: Looked like it.
Ffolliott: Bad show.
John Jones: Couldn't be much worse from his point of view.

Minor Role: Milord, there is a stranger at your gate who begs shelter. He is a Jew who calls himself Isaac of York.
Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert: I share no roof with an infidel.
Wamba: Why not, sir knight? For every Jew you show me who's not a Christian, l'll show you a Christian who's not a Christian.

Policeman: Is this your car, sir?
Jack Favell: Yes.
Policeman: Will you be going soon? This isn't a parking place, you know.
Jack Favell: Oh, isn't it? People are entitled... to leave their cars outside if they want to. It's a pity some of you fellows haven't anything better to do.

Jack Favell: I say, marriage with Max is not exactly a bed of roses, is it?

Jack Favell: I'd like to have your advice on how to live comfortably without hard work.

Eugéne François Vidocq: Sometimes the chains of matrimony are so heavy they have to be carried by three.

Benjamin Ballon: I admit to the affair. But, to kill for her? Would you kill for her?
Clouseau: Of course! Eh, not.

Dominique Ballon: Well, shall we settle this thing now or do you intend making me late for the recital?
Benjamin Ballon: We can't just fire her. She's given us no cause.
Dominique Ballon: Cause? We are up to our necks in dead bodies! What are you waiting for, the last act of Hamlet?
Benjamin Ballon: If you are going to compare the Ballon household with a Shakespearean tragedy, I suggest that Macbeth would be more appropriate.