Greta Garbo in the MGM/Fred Niblo silent drama The Mysterious Lady, 1928.
‘Basil Rathbone, “master of the curled lip and patronising glance, but in life warm, cozy and a pushover for a laugh”’
somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
‘Oh, but where’s the romance, the glow, the, I don’t know, the silly, careless rapture that’s supposed to go with the whole darn thing?’
Ingrid Bergman, George Sanders (and his forearms), Bobert Bobgomery and Oskar Homolka (and his amazing hair) in Rage in Heaven [1941]
# he’s so relatable
Leslie Howard as Atterbury Dodd in
—Stand-In dir. Tay Garnett (1937)
+ bonus:
For four days we have been drifting, Miss O'Shea. The needle of the compass no longer points to the magnetic pole. It points, if I may say so, to your ankles.

