I don't seem to be made of bronze?

If I had to pick one movie character I most adored and maybe wanted to be a litttle, it would be Tracy Lord from The Philadelphia Story.

I can't help but fall in love with this movie.  Filmed in 1939, just as the World War Was starting.  It's a whirlwind of accents, Jimmy Stewart's mid-western accent, Katherine Hepburn distinctive New England accent, mixed with Cary Grants "modified" British-American accent... you'll be doing immitations all through out the film.

I know many scenes in this movie word for word, accent to accent.  I saw it a couple years ago by accident and something about it just stuck with me.  The champagne, the gowns, the confusion... Ok so I don't have three wealthy men biding for my affection or attention.  I have no glamorous ex-husband who pushes me down by the face, or some wealthy debutant who wants to make me his wife.  There is no charming middle American reporter, recently out of a relationship trying to woo me but keep me at distance because of his fear of intimacy.

Nope; none of that here.

Why do I like Tracy so much?  She's a sassy red head, well spoken, edgy, confrontational, strong willed,  yet not insecure about her own shortcomings as a human being.  She sees those shortcomings in each one of her three suitors, as well in a parallel well to her mother and father.  Black mail, deception, chaos.. it's all in the cards for her.

This scene below is probably one of my favorite scenes in a movie ever. I have an 8 x 10 video still on my wall, I adore it so much.  Maybe there are some similarities to me as Ms. Tracy Lord's... I can't be sure, but I know I'd die to wear that dress.

My favorite scene is near the end of the movie... Tracy and Macaulay get tipsy and fall in love in the moonlight, only to return to Tracy's fuming fiance and ex-husband. Oh screw ball comedies, I love you so.  So sometimes, there is a bit of a romantic in me, but hey, I enjoy the comedy just as much.  

Youtube won't let me embed the clips.. but I'd recommend taking a peak at some cinematic history.

And oh yea, between the three? I would have picked Macaulay Connor - every time.

"I don't seem to be made of bronze?"

Macaulay Connor: You've got all the arrogance of your class, haven't you?
Tracy Lord: What have classes to do with it? What do they matter except for the people in them? George comes from the so-called lower class, Dexter, the upper. Well?
Macaulay Connor: Well...
Tracy Lord: Mac the night watchman is a prince among men, Uncle Willie is a... pincher. Upper and lower my eye. I'll take the lower, thanks.
Macaulay Connor: If you can't get a drawing room.
Tracy Lord: What does that mean?
Macaulay Connor: My mistake.
Tracy Lord: Decidedly. You're insulting!
Macaulay Connor: Sorry.
Tracy Lord: Oh, don't apologize!
Macaulay Connor: Well, who's apologizing?
Tracy Lord: I never knew such a man.
Macaulay Connor: You wouldn't be likely to, from where you sit!
Tracy Lord: Talk about arrogance.
Macaulay Connor: Tracy.
Tracy Lord: What do you want?
Macaulay Connor: You're wonderful. There's a magnificence in you, Tracy.
Tracy Lord: Now I'm getting self-conscious. It's funny. I - Mike? Let's...
Macaulay Connor: Yeah?
Tracy Lord: I don't know - go up, I guess, it's late.
Macaulay Connor: A magnificence that comes out of your eyes, in your voice, in the way you stand there, in the way you walk. You're lit from within, Tracy. You've got fires banked down in you, hearth-fires and holocausts.
Tracy Lord: I don't seem to be made of bronze?
Macaulay Connor: No, you're made out of flesh and blood. That's the blank, unholy surprise of it. You're the golden girl, Tracy. Full of life and warmth and delight. What goes on...? You've got tears in your eyes.
Tracy Lord: Shut up, shut up. Oh, Mike. Keep talking, keep talking. Talk, will you?