-“A magnificence that comes out of your eyes and your voice and the way you stand
there and the way you walk. You’re lit from within, Tracy. You’ve got fires
banked down in you. Hearth fires.”
– “I don’t seem to
you made of bronze?”
– “No, you’re made out of flesh and blood. That’s
the blank, unholy surprise of it. Why, you’re the golden girl, Tracy, full of
life and warmth and delight.”
– The Philadelphia Story (1940)