Beauty's Worth (1922)
Opening Title Card: In these days of glittering exteriors it behooves the young to examine carefully lest they mistake a highly polished personality for genuine soul of gold.
Title Card: Misses Cynthia and Elizabeth Whitney, to whom the whole Twentieth Century is a work of Satan.
Aunt Elizabeth Whitney: Goodness!
Aunt Cynthia Whitney: What if our niece were to have heard thy profanity... . for it was nothing less sister, nothing less!
Title Card: Miss Prudence Cole, their niece - - a bit of pure gold, but as yet unpolished.
Aunt Elizabeth Whitney: Twice this very day have I rebuked thee for singing tunes that are not in the hymn book!
Aunt Cynthia Whitney: Thee must not prance, child! Walk soberly as befits a Whitney and a gentlewoman.
Prudence Cole: I'm awfully sorry, I didn't mean to be wicked.
Henry Garrison: You're the best looking girl I have ever seen... .. in Pottstown.
Mrs. Garrison: How long before you are going to let Prudence come out?
Aunt Cynthia Whitney: What does thee mean 'come out'?
Mrs. Garrison: You remember playing with Prudence, don't you, Henry?
Aunt Elizabeth Whitney: Remember thy maidenly manners, child, and be not bold nor too backward, either.
Title Card: Amy Tillson, who has a summer resort mind and hopes to land a gold-lined husband.
Henry Garrison: I suppose you are going to play with the society seals in the pool.
[Prudence thinks and then laughs]
Title Card: Two days were enough to convince Prudence that she was regarded in the same light as an extra tire, but she was determined to die game.
Cheyne Rovein: I wonder what a little diamond like that is doing among all these rhinestones?
Peter: She needs a good bit of polishing, I'm thinking, sir!
Cheyne Rovein: It isn't that, Peter. All she really needs is a platinum setting.
Prudence Cole: I should think a man might be genius and still be a gentleman.
Cheyne Rovein: So there is a little fight back under your demure exterior! It's a delightful surprise.
Prudence Cole: Why do you want to do all this for me?
Cheyne Rovein: So that the world may recognize beauty's worth.
Amy Tillson: [to Prudence] I wouldn't want to lure you into the water in that bathing suit... .. you would surely sink.
Cheyne Rovein: What can I do for you?
Prudence Cole: They sent me up to ask you if you would take charge of some charades the young people are getting up.
Cheyne Rovein: Do you mean those brainless puppies expect me to amuse them?
Prudence Cole: Yes.
Cheyne Rovein: Go back and tell them I am an artist, not the manager of a menagerie.
Cheyne Rovein: Don't call those stupid snobs my friends! I have to put up with them just the same as I do mosquitoes.
Cheyne Rovein: I shall expect unhesitating obedience to my wishes.
Cheyne Rovein: You may not know it, Miss Cole, but you are a far truer artistic type than anyone else here.
Jane: Such sinful clothes! What would thy aunts say to all this?
Prudence Cole: I should think it worth a great effort to fight for one's dreams.
Prudence Cole: Henry, tell me... . how would you define *Love*?
Henry Garrison: It's the way you feel towards somebody who is awfully smart and will dressed...... and all that sort of thing.
Prudence Cole: If you don't understand, I can't explain.
Henry Garrison: You certainly look delightfully smart this morning.
Society Man: She's not a quaker, she's a shaker.
Prudence Cole: Tell me, what would you say that love is?
Cheyne Rovein: Love - - love is companionship and understanding - - the joy of being with the one you love - - of giving to the one you love.
Mrs. Garrison: [at the swimming pool] Isn't it wonderful the way Prudence is developing?
Mrs. Garrison: You don't realize how Prudence has come out since she has been here.
Aunt Elizabeth Whitney: I realized how much she had come out the moment I saw her.
Henry Garrison: I haven't told you the real reason why I'm so anxious to have you allow Prudence to remain. By Jove, old dears, I've made up my mind to marry the girl.
Henry Garrison: Prudence, when are we going to get married?
Prudence Cole: But Henry, I have not said I love you!
Henry Garrison: Listen, I'm talking to you about marriage! Why get off on another subject?
Prudence Cole: I only did exactly what you told me to do. What shall I do now?
Society Matron: Why, the child is shimmying!