[SNIFFING] Honey Sugarman: Ok Beatrice, you got a good whiff, now step away from your father's breakfast before he catches you a sniffin' and gives you a spankin'!
Young Beatrice: Yes, mother. [DOOR OPENS]
Joseph Sugarman: Well, the photographer's here. Where is Crackerjack? He was aware that we're posing for a family photo portrait. [Joseph looks at pocket watch] I've got to ankle back to Indianapolis.
Honey Sugarman: If the government is rationing sugar, can't you ration work? It is summer, after all.
Joseph Sugarman: Oh, that would be a dream, but who else but I will make sure the numbers add up and compliment my secretary on her tight sweaters?
Honey Sugarman: We do appreciate the sacrifices you make, Joseph.
[CHUCKLES] Young Beatrice: Aww, I want a freezy pop.
Honey Sugarman: Oh Beatrice, you know ice cream is for boys. You can sprinkle some sugar on a lemon, that's a good healthy girl snack!
Young Beatrice: Oh, all right.
Honey Sugarman: Crackerjack, you look so handsome in your soldier's suit! Like a young Clark Gerbil!
Joseph Sugarman: Not now, you two.
Honey Sugarman: Oh, we'll be as quick as a pour of warm molasses!
[Crackerjack and Honey singing] I will always think of you—I will always—[Crackerjack] Drink a brew, I'll see your face—[Honey] Come now, be serious. [Crackerjack] When each day is through—[Honey] And days go past—Oh, so fast [TOGETHER] But memories, they last [LAUGHING] All right.
Joseph Sugarman: Believe it or not, time's arrow neither stands still nor reverses. It merely marches forward.
Honey Sugarman: Oh really? Time's arrow marches? I didn't know arrows had legs! [In a funny voice] Look at me! I'm a marching arrow!
Joseph Sugarman: Honey Sugarman, how did such a sweet face end up with such a smart mouth?
Honey Sugarman: I don't know, but I've got half a mind to kiss you with that smart mouth!
Joseph Sugarman: Well, that half you can keep.
Honey Sugarman: [to young Beatrice] [GRUNTS] [SIGHS AND GROANS] [GRUNTING] Darling, don't lift that! You'll rupture your uterus.
Honey Sugarman: Oh, Joseph...I failed him.
Honey Sugarman: Those are because the war is over. We’ve dropped bombs on Japan and now everyone is happy.
Honey Sugarman: Yes...YES! Let’s paint the town scarlet, crimson, and ruby! Why I’ve got half a mind to paint things redder than the beaches of Normandy! HA-HA!...What too soon?
Honey Sugarman: Why did everybody stop, huh? What’s the gag? I wanna dance...I WANNA FLY!
Honey Sugarman: No, don’t make me go back to that quiet house, please.
Honey Sugarman: Its ok..I’m ok...my hands are doing the wiggly-doozle in 3/4 time, but—say I’ve got a swell idea! Why don’t you drive?
Honey Sugarman: Why it’s only as easy as finding a hobo in a barrel of beans! It’ll be grand! Everything will be just grand!
Honey Sugarman: Faster! I wanna feel alive again! I’ll do anything to feel alive!
Honey Sugarman: You mustn’t despise me, darling...please.
Honey Sugarman: I just can’t anymore. I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t be with people and I can’t be alone.
Honey Sugarman: I don’t know how to be better Joseph. Please fix me. I wanna be better.
Honey Sugarman: (In a monotone voice) Oh...hello.
Honey Sugarman: (Monotone) Yes, that’s right. What a pretty girl.
Honey Sugarman: (Monotone) Oh, hush. It’s OK. I’m better now.
Honey Sugarman: (Monotone) Love does things to a person, terrible things. Beatrice, promise me you will never love anyone as much as I loved Crackerjack.
Honey Sugarman: (Monotone) Why I have half a mind....