Memorable Quotes from Harvey (1950) ..I love Jimmy Stewart in this one

[Guest guest]

Elwood P. Dowd: Here, let me give you one of my cards. Now if you

should want to call me, use this number. This other one is the old

number.

 

----

----------

Dr. Sanderson: Think carefully, Dowd. Didn't you know somebody,

sometime, someplace with the name of Harvey? Didn't you ever know

anybody by that name?

Elwood P. Dowd: No, no, not one, Dr. Maybe that's why I always had

such hopes for it.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years,

Doctor, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: I always have a wonderful time, wherever I am,

whoever I'm with.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, " In

this world, Elwood, you must be " - she always called me Elwood - " In

this world, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant. " Well, for

years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. And you may quote me.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: Wouldn't that get a little monotonous, just Akron,

cold beer and 'poor, poor thing' for two weeks?

 

----

----------

Veta Louise Simmons: Myrtle Mae, you have a lot to learn, and I hope

you never learn it.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: Harvey and I have things to do... we sit in the

bars... have a drink or two... and play the juke box. Very soon the

faces of the other people turn towards me and they smile. They

say: 'We don't know your name, mister, but you're all right, all

right.' Harvey and I warm ourselves in these golden moments. We came

as strangers - soon we have friends. They come over. They sit with

us. They drink with us. They talk to us. They tell us about the great

big terrible things they've done and the great big wonderful things

they're going to do. Their hopes, their regrets. Their loves, their

hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into

a bar. Then I introduce them to Harvey, and he's bigger and grander

than anything they can offer me. When they leave, they leave

impressed. The same people seldom come back.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: I'd just helped Ed Hickey into a taxi. Ed had been

mixing his drinks, and I felt he needed conveying. I started to walk

down the street when I heard a voice saying: 'Good evening, Mr.

Dowd'. I turned, and there was this big white rabbit leaning against

a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that! Because when you've

lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to

the fact that everybody knows your name.

 

----

----------

Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, Myrtle, don't be didactic. It's not becoming

in a young girl. Besides, men loathe it.

 

----

----------

Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Is, is that Mrs. Frank Cummings? Doesn't she

look ghastly, I thought she was dead. I must get a closer look.

 

----

----------

Veta Louise Simmons: As I was going down to the taxi cab to get

Elwood's things, this awful man stepped out. He was a white slaver, I

know he was. He was wearing one of those white suits, that's how they

advertise.

 

----

----------

Veta Louise Simmons: Judge Gaffney, is that all those doctors do in

places like that - think about sex?

Judge Gaffney: I don't know.

Veta Louise Simmons: Because if it is they ought to be ashamed of

themselves. It's all in their heads anyway. Why don't they get out

and take long walks in the fresh air?

 

----

----------

Wilson: Who's Harvey?

Miss Kelly: A white rabbit, six feet tall.

Wilson: Six feet?

Elwood P. Dowd: Six feet three and a half inches. Now let's stick to

the facts.

 

----

----------

Bartender: What can I do for you, Mr. Dowd?

Elwood P. Dowd: What did you have in mind?

 

----

----------

Veta Louise Simmons: I took a course in art last winter. I learnt the

difference between a fine oil painting, and a mechanical thing, like

a photograph. The photograph shows only the reality. The painting

shows not only the reality, but the dream behind it. It's our dreams,

doctor, that carry us on. They separate us from the beasts. I

wouldn't want to go on living if I thought it was all just eating,

and sleeping, and taking my clothes off, I mean putting them on...

 

----

----------

The Taxi Driver: ...I've been driving this route for 15 years. I've

brought them out here to get that stuff, and I've drove them home

after they had it. It changes them... On they way out here, they sit

back and enjoy the ride. They talk to me, some times we stop and

watch the sunset, and look at the birds fly. And sometimes we stop

and watch the bird when there ain't no birds. And look at the sunset

when its raining. We have a swell time. And I always get a big tip.

But afterwards, uh oh, they crab, crab, crab. They yell at me. Watch

the lights. Watch the brakes, Watch the intersection. They scream at

me to hurry. They got no fait in me, or my buggy. Yet, it's the same

cab, the same driver. and we're going back over the very same road.

It's no fun. And no tips... After this he'll be a perfectly normal

human being. And you know what stinkers they are!

 

----

----------

[Elwood bumps into an old friend he hasn't seen for some time]

Elwood P. Dowd: You've been away.

Mr. Miggles: For 90 days. Been doin' a job for the state. Makin'

license plates.

Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, is that so? Interesting work?

Mr. Miggles: I can take it or leave it alone.

Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, I see.

Mr. Miggles: I did a job for 'em last year too. Helpin' 'em build a

road.

 

----

----------

Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every

day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood?

 

----

----------

Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Does Elwood see anybody these days?

Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, yes, Aunt Ethel, Elwood sees *somebody*.

 

----

----------

Miss Kelly: Well what shall I say to Mr. Dowd? What do I do? He'll

probably be so furious he'll refuse to come down here.

Dr. Sanderson: Look, Miss Kelly. He's probably fit to be tied, but

he's a man, isn't he?

Miss Kelly: I guess so. His name's *Mister*!

Dr. Sanderson: Well, then, go into your old routine. You know, the

eyes, the swish, the works. I'm immune to it, but I've seen it work

on some people, some of the patients out here. Now, you get him down

here, Kelly, if you have to do a striptease!

 

----

----------

Wilson: I'll tell you something, Myrts.

Myrtle Mae Simmons: Yeah?

Wilson: You know, you not only got a nice build, but you got

something else, too.

Myrtle Mae Simmons: Really? What?

Wilson: You got the screwiest uncle that ever stuck his puss inside

our nuthouse.

 

----

----------

Dr. Chumley: I'm Dr. Chumley. You're Mrs. Simmons, of course.

Veta Louise Simmons: Yes, well, I'm glad to know you, Dr. Chumley.

Would you mind asking Judge Gaffney to come back here?

Dr. Chumley: Why, certainly, certainly.

Veta Louise Simmons: I want to tell him to sue you for $100,000. I

don't think $50,000 is enough.

 

----

----------

Dr. Sanderson: It sounds funny, but I'll miss this place. I guess

I'll miss a lot of things around here.

Miss Kelly: You will?

Dr. Sanderson: You won't laugh?

Miss Kelly: Of course not.

Dr. Sanderson: You know how it is working around people all day. You

sort of get attached to them.

Miss Kelly: I know, Limon.

Dr. Sanderson: It may be ridiculous, but I'm gonna miss every one of

the psychos, neuros, and schizos in the place.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: You see, science has overcome time and space. Well,

Harvey has overcome not only time and space, but any objections.

Dr. Chumley: Fly specks, fly specks! I've been spending my life among

fly specks while miracles have been leaning on lampposts at 18th and

Fairfax!

 

----

----------

Dr. Chumley: This sister of yours is at the bottom of a conspiracy

against you. She's trying to persuade me to lock you up. Today, she

had commitment papers drawn up. She has your power of attorney and

the key to your safety box, and she brought you here!

Elwood P. Dowd: She did all that in one afternoon. That Veta

certainly is a whirlwind, isn't she?

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: I seem to have misplaced my buttonhole.

 

----

----------

Elwood P. Dowd: That's envy my dear, there's a little bit of envy in

the best of us.

 

----

----------

Wilson: [reading from an encyclopedia] " P O O K A - Pooka - from old

Celtic mythology - a fairy spirit in animal form - always very large.

The pooka appears here and there - to this one - and to that one - a

benign but mischievous creature - very fond of rumpots, crackpots,

and how are you, Mr. Wilson? " " How are you, Mr. Wilson? " Who in the

encyclopedia wants to know?

 

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----------

Veta Louise Simmons: Oh good! Nobody here but people.

 

----

----------

Wilson: Is he alone?

Mr. Cracker, the Bartender: Well, there's two schools of thought,

sir.

 

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----------

[Last Lines]

Elwood P. Dowd: Why, thank you Harvey! I prefer you too.

 

------------ ------------------------ ----------------------

 

" How are you Mr. Wilson? "

 

and " GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are! "

(from another fine Jimmy.....Jimmy Durante)

 

" And now it's time to say good night,

Good Night...Sleep Tight

Dream sweet dreams for me.....dream sweet dreams for you. "

from the Beatles and.......

........bob

[Guest guest]

every word is perfect.

 

 

Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 " <Roberibus111 wrote:

>

>

> Elwood P. Dowd: Here, let me give you one of my cards. Now if you

> should want to call me, use this number. This other one is the old

> number.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Dr. Sanderson: Think carefully, Dowd. Didn't you know somebody,

> sometime, someplace with the name of Harvey? Didn't you ever know

> anybody by that name?

> Elwood P. Dowd: No, no, not one, Dr. Maybe that's why I always had

> such hopes for it.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years,

> Doctor, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: I always have a wonderful time, wherever I am,

> whoever I'm with.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd say, " In

> this world, Elwood, you must be " - she always called me Elwood - " In

> this world, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant. " Well, for

> years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. And you may quote me.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Wouldn't that get a little monotonous, just Akron,

> cold beer and 'poor, poor thing' for two weeks?

>

> ----

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Myrtle Mae, you have a lot to learn, and I hope

> you never learn it.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Harvey and I have things to do... we sit in the

> bars... have a drink or two... and play the juke box. Very soon the

> faces of the other people turn towards me and they smile. They

> say: 'We don't know your name, mister, but you're all right, all

> right.' Harvey and I warm ourselves in these golden moments. We came

> as strangers - soon we have friends. They come over. They sit with

> us. They drink with us. They talk to us. They tell us about the great

> big terrible things they've done and the great big wonderful things

> they're going to do. Their hopes, their regrets. Their loves, their

> hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small into

> a bar. Then I introduce them to Harvey, and he's bigger and grander

> than anything they can offer me. When they leave, they leave

> impressed. The same people seldom come back.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: I'd just helped Ed Hickey into a taxi. Ed had been

> mixing his drinks, and I felt he needed conveying. I started to walk

> down the street when I heard a voice saying: 'Good evening, Mr.

> Dowd'. I turned, and there was this big white rabbit leaning against

> a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that! Because when you've

> lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to

> the fact that everybody knows your name.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, Myrtle, don't be didactic. It's not becoming

> in a young girl. Besides, men loathe it.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Is, is that Mrs. Frank Cummings? Doesn't she

> look ghastly, I thought she was dead. I must get a closer look.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: As I was going down to the taxi cab to get

> Elwood's things, this awful man stepped out. He was a white slaver, I

> know he was. He was wearing one of those white suits, that's how they

> advertise.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Judge Gaffney, is that all those doctors do in

> places like that - think about sex?

> Judge Gaffney: I don't know.

> Veta Louise Simmons: Because if it is they ought to be ashamed of

> themselves. It's all in their heads anyway. Why don't they get out

> and take long walks in the fresh air?

>

> ----

> ----------

> Wilson: Who's Harvey?

> Miss Kelly: A white rabbit, six feet tall.

> Wilson: Six feet?

> Elwood P. Dowd: Six feet three and a half inches. Now let's stick to

> the facts.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Bartender: What can I do for you, Mr. Dowd?

> Elwood P. Dowd: What did you have in mind?

>

> ----

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: I took a course in art last winter. I learnt the

> difference between a fine oil painting, and a mechanical thing, like

> a photograph. The photograph shows only the reality. The painting

> shows not only the reality, but the dream behind it. It's our dreams,

> doctor, that carry us on. They separate us from the beasts. I

> wouldn't want to go on living if I thought it was all just eating,

> and sleeping, and taking my clothes off, I mean putting them on...

>

> ----

> ----------

> The Taxi Driver: ...I've been driving this route for 15 years. I've

> brought them out here to get that stuff, and I've drove them home

> after they had it. It changes them... On they way out here, they sit

> back and enjoy the ride. They talk to me, some times we stop and

> watch the sunset, and look at the birds fly. And sometimes we stop

> and watch the bird when there ain't no birds. And look at the sunset

> when its raining. We have a swell time. And I always get a big tip.

> But afterwards, uh oh, they crab, crab, crab. They yell at me. Watch

> the lights. Watch the brakes, Watch the intersection. They scream at

> me to hurry. They got no fait in me, or my buggy. Yet, it's the same

> cab, the same driver. and we're going back over the very same road.

> It's no fun. And no tips... After this he'll be a perfectly normal

> human being. And you know what stinkers they are!

>

> ----

> ----------

> [Elwood bumps into an old friend he hasn't seen for some time]

> Elwood P. Dowd: You've been away.

> Mr. Miggles: For 90 days. Been doin' a job for the state. Makin'

> license plates.

> Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, is that so? Interesting work?

> Mr. Miggles: I can take it or leave it alone.

> Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, I see.

> Mr. Miggles: I did a job for 'em last year too. Helpin' 'em build a

> road.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every

> day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood?

>

> ----

> ----------

> Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Does Elwood see anybody these days?

> Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, yes, Aunt Ethel, Elwood sees *somebody*.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Miss Kelly: Well what shall I say to Mr. Dowd? What do I do? He'll

> probably be so furious he'll refuse to come down here.

> Dr. Sanderson: Look, Miss Kelly. He's probably fit to be tied, but

> he's a man, isn't he?

> Miss Kelly: I guess so. His name's *Mister*!

> Dr. Sanderson: Well, then, go into your old routine. You know, the

> eyes, the swish, the works. I'm immune to it, but I've seen it work

> on some people, some of the patients out here. Now, you get him down

> here, Kelly, if you have to do a striptease!

>

> ----

> ----------

> Wilson: I'll tell you something, Myrts.

> Myrtle Mae Simmons: Yeah?

> Wilson: You know, you not only got a nice build, but you got

> something else, too.

> Myrtle Mae Simmons: Really? What?

> Wilson: You got the screwiest uncle that ever stuck his puss inside

> our nuthouse.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Dr. Chumley: I'm Dr. Chumley. You're Mrs. Simmons, of course.

> Veta Louise Simmons: Yes, well, I'm glad to know you, Dr. Chumley.

> Would you mind asking Judge Gaffney to come back here?

> Dr. Chumley: Why, certainly, certainly.

> Veta Louise Simmons: I want to tell him to sue you for $100,000. I

> don't think $50,000 is enough.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Dr. Sanderson: It sounds funny, but I'll miss this place. I guess

> I'll miss a lot of things around here.

> Miss Kelly: You will?

> Dr. Sanderson: You won't laugh?

> Miss Kelly: Of course not.

> Dr. Sanderson: You know how it is working around people all day. You

> sort of get attached to them.

> Miss Kelly: I know, Limon.

> Dr. Sanderson: It may be ridiculous, but I'm gonna miss every one of

> the psychos, neuros, and schizos in the place.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: You see, science has overcome time and space. Well,

> Harvey has overcome not only time and space, but any objections.

> Dr. Chumley: Fly specks, fly specks! I've been spending my life among

> fly specks while miracles have been leaning on lampposts at 18th and

> Fairfax!

>

> ----

> ----------

> Dr. Chumley: This sister of yours is at the bottom of a conspiracy

> against you. She's trying to persuade me to lock you up. Today, she

> had commitment papers drawn up. She has your power of attorney and

> the key to your safety box, and she brought you here!

> Elwood P. Dowd: She did all that in one afternoon. That Veta

> certainly is a whirlwind, isn't she?

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: I seem to have misplaced my buttonhole.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: That's envy my dear, there's a little bit of envy in

> the best of us.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Wilson: [reading from an encyclopedia] " P O O K A - Pooka - from old

> Celtic mythology - a fairy spirit in animal form - always very large.

> The pooka appears here and there - to this one - and to that one - a

> benign but mischievous creature - very fond of rumpots, crackpots,

> and how are you, Mr. Wilson? " " How are you, Mr. Wilson? " Who in the

> encyclopedia wants to know?

>

> ----

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Oh good! Nobody here but people.

>

> ----

> ----------

> Wilson: Is he alone?

> Mr. Cracker, the Bartender: Well, there's two schools of thought,

> sir.

>

> ----

> ----------

> [Last Lines]

> Elwood P. Dowd: Why, thank you Harvey! I prefer you too.

>

> ------------ ------------------------ ----------------------

>

> " How are you Mr. Wilson? "

>

> and " GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are! "

> (from another fine Jimmy.....Jimmy Durante)

>

> " And now it's time to say good night,

> Good Night...Sleep Tight

> Dream sweet dreams for me.....dream sweet dreams for you. "

> from the Beatles and.......

> ........bob

>

[Guest guest]

wonderful

thank you Bob

Nisargadatta , " roberibus111 "

<Roberibus111 wrote:

>

>

> Elwood P. Dowd: Here, let me give you one of my cards. Now if you

> should want to call me, use this number. This other one is the old

> number.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Dr. Sanderson: Think carefully, Dowd. Didn't you know somebody,

> sometime, someplace with the name of Harvey? Didn't you ever know

> anybody by that name?

> Elwood P. Dowd: No, no, not one, Dr. Maybe that's why I always had

> such hopes for it.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Well, I've wrestled with reality for 35 years,

> Doctor, and I'm happy to state I finally won out over it.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: I always have a wonderful time, wherever I am,

> whoever I'm with.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Years ago my mother used to say to me, she'd

say, " In

> this world, Elwood, you must be " - she always called me Elwood -

" In

> this world, you must be oh so smart or oh so pleasant. " Well, for

> years I was smart. I recommend pleasant. And you may quote me.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Wouldn't that get a little monotonous, just Akron,

> cold beer and 'poor, poor thing' for two weeks?

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Myrtle Mae, you have a lot to learn, and I

hope

> you never learn it.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: Harvey and I have things to do... we sit in the

> bars... have a drink or two... and play the juke box. Very soon the

> faces of the other people turn towards me and they smile. They

> say: 'We don't know your name, mister, but you're all right, all

> right.' Harvey and I warm ourselves in these golden moments. We

came

> as strangers - soon we have friends. They come over. They sit with

> us. They drink with us. They talk to us. They tell us about the

great

> big terrible things they've done and the great big wonderful things

> they're going to do. Their hopes, their regrets. Their loves, their

> hates. All very large, because nobody ever brings anything small

into

> a bar. Then I introduce them to Harvey, and he's bigger and grander

> than anything they can offer me. When they leave, they leave

> impressed. The same people seldom come back.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: I'd just helped Ed Hickey into a taxi. Ed had been

> mixing his drinks, and I felt he needed conveying. I started to

walk

> down the street when I heard a voice saying: 'Good evening, Mr.

> Dowd'. I turned, and there was this big white rabbit leaning

against

> a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that! Because when you've

> lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to

> the fact that everybody knows your name.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, Myrtle, don't be didactic. It's not

becoming

> in a young girl. Besides, men loathe it.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Is, is that Mrs. Frank Cummings? Doesn't she

> look ghastly, I thought she was dead. I must get a closer look.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: As I was going down to the taxi cab to get

> Elwood's things, this awful man stepped out. He was a white slaver,

I

> know he was. He was wearing one of those white suits, that's how

they

> advertise.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Judge Gaffney, is that all those doctors do in

> places like that - think about sex?

> Judge Gaffney: I don't know.

> Veta Louise Simmons: Because if it is they ought to be ashamed of

> themselves. It's all in their heads anyway. Why don't they get out

> and take long walks in the fresh air?

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Wilson: Who's Harvey?

> Miss Kelly: A white rabbit, six feet tall.

> Wilson: Six feet?

> Elwood P. Dowd: Six feet three and a half inches. Now let's stick

to

> the facts.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Bartender: What can I do for you, Mr. Dowd?

> Elwood P. Dowd: What did you have in mind?

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: I took a course in art last winter. I learnt

the

> difference between a fine oil painting, and a mechanical thing,

like

> a photograph. The photograph shows only the reality. The painting

> shows not only the reality, but the dream behind it. It's our

dreams,

> doctor, that carry us on. They separate us from the beasts. I

> wouldn't want to go on living if I thought it was all just eating,

> and sleeping, and taking my clothes off, I mean putting them on...

>

> --

--

> ----------

> The Taxi Driver: ...I've been driving this route for 15 years. I've

> brought them out here to get that stuff, and I've drove them home

> after they had it. It changes them... On they way out here, they

sit

> back and enjoy the ride. They talk to me, some times we stop and

> watch the sunset, and look at the birds fly. And sometimes we stop

> and watch the bird when there ain't no birds. And look at the

sunset

> when its raining. We have a swell time. And I always get a big tip.

> But afterwards, uh oh, they crab, crab, crab. They yell at me.

Watch

> the lights. Watch the brakes, Watch the intersection. They scream

at

> me to hurry. They got no fait in me, or my buggy. Yet, it's the

same

> cab, the same driver. and we're going back over the very same road.

> It's no fun. And no tips... After this he'll be a perfectly normal

> human being. And you know what stinkers they are!

>

> --

--

> ----------

> [Elwood bumps into an old friend he hasn't seen for some time]

> Elwood P. Dowd: You've been away.

> Mr. Miggles: For 90 days. Been doin' a job for the state. Makin'

> license plates.

> Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, is that so? Interesting work?

> Mr. Miggles: I can take it or leave it alone.

> Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, I see.

> Mr. Miggles: I did a job for 'em last year too. Helpin' 'em build a

> road.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every

> day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood?

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Does Elwood see anybody these days?

> Veta Louise Simmons: Oh, yes, Aunt Ethel, Elwood sees *somebody*.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Miss Kelly: Well what shall I say to Mr. Dowd? What do I do? He'll

> probably be so furious he'll refuse to come down here.

> Dr. Sanderson: Look, Miss Kelly. He's probably fit to be tied, but

> he's a man, isn't he?

> Miss Kelly: I guess so. His name's *Mister*!

> Dr. Sanderson: Well, then, go into your old routine. You know, the

> eyes, the swish, the works. I'm immune to it, but I've seen it work

> on some people, some of the patients out here. Now, you get him

down

> here, Kelly, if you have to do a striptease!

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Wilson: I'll tell you something, Myrts.

> Myrtle Mae Simmons: Yeah?

> Wilson: You know, you not only got a nice build, but you got

> something else, too.

> Myrtle Mae Simmons: Really? What?

> Wilson: You got the screwiest uncle that ever stuck his puss inside

> our nuthouse.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Dr. Chumley: I'm Dr. Chumley. You're Mrs. Simmons, of course.

> Veta Louise Simmons: Yes, well, I'm glad to know you, Dr. Chumley.

> Would you mind asking Judge Gaffney to come back here?

> Dr. Chumley: Why, certainly, certainly.

> Veta Louise Simmons: I want to tell him to sue you for $100,000. I

> don't think $50,000 is enough.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Dr. Sanderson: It sounds funny, but I'll miss this place. I guess

> I'll miss a lot of things around here.

> Miss Kelly: You will?

> Dr. Sanderson: You won't laugh?

> Miss Kelly: Of course not.

> Dr. Sanderson: You know how it is working around people all day.

You

> sort of get attached to them.

> Miss Kelly: I know, Limon.

> Dr. Sanderson: It may be ridiculous, but I'm gonna miss every one

of

> the psychos, neuros, and schizos in the place.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: You see, science has overcome time and space. Well,

> Harvey has overcome not only time and space, but any objections.

> Dr. Chumley: Fly specks, fly specks! I've been spending my life

among

> fly specks while miracles have been leaning on lampposts at 18th

and

> Fairfax!

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Dr. Chumley: This sister of yours is at the bottom of a conspiracy

> against you. She's trying to persuade me to lock you up. Today, she

> had commitment papers drawn up. She has your power of attorney and

> the key to your safety box, and she brought you here!

> Elwood P. Dowd: She did all that in one afternoon. That Veta

> certainly is a whirlwind, isn't she?

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: I seem to have misplaced my buttonhole.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Elwood P. Dowd: That's envy my dear, there's a little bit of envy

in

> the best of us.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Wilson: [reading from an encyclopedia] " P O O K A - Pooka - from

old

> Celtic mythology - a fairy spirit in animal form - always very

large.

> The pooka appears here and there - to this one - and to that one -

a

> benign but mischievous creature - very fond of rumpots, crackpots,

> and how are you, Mr. Wilson? " " How are you, Mr. Wilson? " Who in the

> encyclopedia wants to know?

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Veta Louise Simmons: Oh good! Nobody here but people.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> Wilson: Is he alone?

> Mr. Cracker, the Bartender: Well, there's two schools of thought,

> sir.

>

> --

--

> ----------

> [Last Lines]

> Elwood P. Dowd: Why, thank you Harvey! I prefer you too.

>

> ------------ ------------------------ ---------------------

-

>

> " How are you Mr. Wilson? "

>

> and " GOOD NIGHT, Mrs. Calabash--wherever you are! "

> (from another fine Jimmy.....Jimmy Durante)

>

> " And now it's time to say good night,

> Good Night...Sleep Tight

> Dream sweet dreams for me.....dream sweet dreams for you. "

> from the Beatles and.......

> ........bob

>