Quotes for
Phil Davis (Character)
from White Christmas (1954)

White Christmas (1954)

Phil Davis: When what's left of you gets around to what's left to be gotten, what's left to be gotten won't be worth getting, whatever it is you've got left.
Bob Wallace: When I figure out what that means I'll come up with a crushing reply.

Phil Davis: I want you to get married. I want you to have nine children. And if you only spend five minutes a day with each kid, that's forty-five minutes, and I'd at least have time to go out and get a massage or something.

Phil Davis: That's very funny. Ho, ho, ho. The crooner is now becoming the comic.

Phil Davis: How can a guy *that* ugly have the nerve to have sisters?
Bob Wallace: Very brave parents.

Bob Wallace: Oh, Phil, when are you going to learn that girls like that are a dime a dozen?
Phil Davis: Please, don't quote me the price when I haven't got the time.

Bob Wallace: You don't expect me to get serious with the kind of characters you and Rita have been throwing at me, do you?
Phil Davis: Well, there have been some nice girls, too, you know.
Bob Wallace: Oh yeah, yeah. Like that nuclear scientist we just met out in the hall.
Phil Davis: All right, they didn't go to college. They didn't go to Smith.
Bob Wallace: Go to Smith? She couldn't even spell it.

Phil Davis: In some ways, you're far superior to my cocker spaniel.

Phil Davis: Give me one reason, one good reason, why we should spend our last two hours in Florida looking at the sisters of Freckle-Face Haynes, the dog-faced boy.
Bob Wallace: Let's just say we're doing it for an old pal in the army.
Phil Davis: Well, it's not good, but it's a reason.

Phil Davis: It's cozier, isn't it? Boy, girl, boy, girl.

[to the Haynes sisters]
Phil Davis: Mr. Wallace was just saying how remarkable it was that Benny Haynes' sisters should have eyes...
[voice cracks]
Phil Davis: ...I mean, blue eyes. That is eyes...
Bob Wallace: Nice out.

[after Betty finds Judy and Phil embracing]
Betty Haynes: What is this? The best two outta three?
Judy Haynes: I guess I got carried away.
Phil Davis: Yeah, she carried me right with her - I don't weigh very much.

Judy Haynes: We're booked for the holidays.
Phil Davis: Vermont, huh?
Judy Haynes: Oh, Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.
Phil Davis: Yeah, you know something... Vermont should be beautiful this time of year, with all that snow.
Judy Haynes: That's what I just said.
Phil Davis: We seem to be getting a little mixed up.
Judy Haynes: Maybe it's the music.
Phil Davis: Maybe it isn't only the music.

Phil Davis: How much is "wow"?
Bob Wallace: It's right in between, uh, "ouch" and "boing".
Phil Davis: Wow!

Phil Davis: [describing his kind to Judy] I'm the 'I-don't-mind-pushing-my-best-friend-into-but-am-scared-stiff-if-I-get-anywhere-near-it' kind.

Phil Davis: [after performing "Sisters"] Hey, we're a smash let's take a bow!
Bob Wallace: We'll take a bow down to the jail house!

Phil Davis: [about the train tickets] I don't have them. I must have left them in my girdle.

Phil Davis: [about Betty] I've got a flash for you: she's a real slow mover.
Phil Davis: I've got a flash right back for you: she's in there with the champ.

Phil Davis: [about Bob's idea to help the General] I think it's ridiculous, impossible, and insane!
Bob Wallace: Anything else?
Phil Davis: Yes, I wish I'd thought of it first.

Judy Haynes: [about Betty] Yesterday, she couldn't sleep. Today, she won't eat. She's in love.
Phil Davis: Well if that's love, somebody goofed.

Phil Davis: [describing his injury after "falling down the stairs] Probably just a small internal muscular hemorrhage.

Phil Davis: We like to take care of our friends.
Betty Haynes: But we're practically strangers!
Phil Davis: Uh, we like to take care of that too.
Betty Haynes: But I don't understand. Why are you doing this? I mean, what's in it for you?
Phil Davis: Forty-five minutes all to myself.

Phil Davis: We wouldn't be any good as generals.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly: You weren't any good as privates

Phil Davis: Oh,I hope I can take back the electric blanket back.
Bob Wallace: Where's that?
Phil Davis: Under the underwear.

Bob Wallace: We ate, and then he ate. We slept and then he slept.
Phil Davis: Yeah, then he woke up and nobody slept for forty-eight hours.

Phil Davis: [Buying train tickets] Uh, I don't seem to have any cash.
Bob Wallace: Where'd you leave that? In your snood?

Phil Davis: We looked at this big ski lodge and said isn't it ideal. That's the word we used, ideal. Absolutely, ideal.
Gen. Thomas F. Waverly: We've acknowledged that the ski lodge is ideal.

Judy Haynes: [after creating her phony engagement with Phil] Don't you think we ought to kiss or something?
Phil Davis: [Obviously nervous] Not until it's absolutely necessary.

Betty Haynes: Mr. Bones? Mr. Bones? How do you feel, Mr. Bones?
Phil Davis: Rattlin'!
Betty Haynes: Mr. Bones feels rattlin'. Ha ha. That's a good one. Tell a little story, Mr. Bones.
Bob Wallace: A funny little story, Mr. Bones!
Phil Davis: How do you stop an angry dog from biting you on Monday?
Betty Haynes: That joke is old. The answer is to kill the dog on Sunday!
Phil Davis: That's not how you stop a dog from biting you on Monday!
Betty Haynes: How do you bring a thing about?
Phil Davis: Have the doggy's teeth pulled out!
Betty Haynes: Oh, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!
Phil Davis: Uh-huh.
Betty Haynes, Bob Wallace: Yes, Mr. Bones, that's terrible!
Phil Davis: Uh-huh.

Bob Wallace: I have a feeling I'm not going to like this.
Phil Davis: I have a feeling you're gonna hate it.
Bob Wallace: Then why should I do it.
Phil Davis: Let's just say we're doing it for an old
Bob Wallace, Phil Davis: pal in the army... yeah

[Bob leaves to go make a phone call]
Phil Davis: [sighs] I don't know what's going on, but he has that Rodgers and Hammerstein look in his eyes.
Betty Haynes: Is that bad?
Phil Davis: Not bad, but always expensive.

[after Bob has found out about Phil and Judy's phony engagement]
Judy Haynes: It's just that she's always been something of a mother hen.
Phil Davis: Yeah, and we wanted Mother Hen to leave the nest so that Little Chick could... I guess we laid an egg.
Bob Wallace: An egg? Brother, you laid a Vermont volleyball!

Bob Wallace: Hey, Davis! How you feelin'?
Phil Davis: Pretty good, Captain.
Bob Wallace: Just dropped by to thank you for saving my life.
Phil Davis: Well, uh, it was a life worth saving.

Phil Davis: [singing 'Choreography'] Through the air they keep flying, like a duck that is dying.

Phil Davis: [Looking at Judy; to Bob] Hey, how about those big brown eyes?
Bob Wallace: [Looking at Betty] No, they're blue.
Phil Davis: [Still looking at Judy] Brown.
Bob Wallace: [Still looking at Betty] Uh-uh, blue.
Phil Davis: [Follows Bob's gaze and sees Betty] Oh, yeah. *Deep* blue.

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