Christmas in Connecticut

Synopsis: Journalist Elizabeth Lane is one of the country's most famous food writers. In her columns, she describes herself as a hard working farm woman, taking care of her children and being an excellent cook. But this is all lies. In reality she is an unmarried New Yorker who can't even boil an egg. The recipes come from her good friend Felix. The owner of the magazine she works for has decided that a heroic sailor will spend his Christmas on *her* farm. Miss Lane knows that her career is over if the truth comes out, but what can she do?
Genre: Comedy, Romance
Director(s): Peter Godfrey
Production: Warner Bros. Pictures
Rotten Tomatoes:
101 min

Garon, where is

the bordelaise sauce?

Right here, sir.

- And some more wine.

- Yes, sir.

Wake up.

Wake up.

What is it, a ship?

No, you was calling me "Garon."

Who's Garon?

Doggone you, Sink.

I was just having a wonderful dream.

- What about?

- What do you think?

- Food.

- What, again?

- Yeah, and you had to wake me up.

- I was lonely.

- What day is it?

- Wednesday.

- You said yesterday was Wednesday.

- Then it must be Thursday.

It must be.

So what?

Fifteen days.

Oh, boy, if I ever get out of this... first meal is gonna

be a humdinger.

A big, thick, juicy steak

with baked potatoes.

Asparagus with hollandaise sauce.

And chocolate cake and ice cream.

- That for me?

- No, this is for Seaman Sinkewicz.

This is for you, and you've got

a surprise tonight.

Turkey? Steak?

A lovely raw egg

floating in your milk.

"By America's best cook,

Elizabeth Lane.

Roast goose Bernoise

with walnut dressing...

...giblet gravy, cranberry..."

Did you enjoy your lunch,

honey boy?

You mean that mush?

When a guy's okay,

and he wants some man-size food...

...why do they hold out on him?

You forget you were out on a raft

for 18 days without any food.

Your tummy's not ready

for solid food.

And why is Sinkewicz's stomach

any different than mine?

Because you starved longer

than he did, Jeffy.

You gave him the last

of that K ration, remember?

That was a great sacrifice.

That was no sacrifice.

Have you ever tasted K ration?

If I starved longer, do they

have to try to finish the job?

Of course not,

but the doctors know best.

All I get is milk, milk, milk.

- Every time I yawn, I'm scared I'll moo.

- Silly boy.

I'll get something to read

and be right back.

- Hi, fella.

- Hi, Sinkewicz.

Say, look, you had steak

again yesterday, didn't you?

And today, chicken Maryland.

Oh, brother.

- How do you work it?

- You gotta use the old magoo, Jeff.

That's all. The old magoo.

- The old magoo.

- Here we are.

Your favorite and mine.

Elizabeth Lane.

You know, she must be the most

wonderful cook in America.


I've dreamt about eating

one of her seven-course meals.

She says, "Yesterday, my son

was 8 months old.

He's getting quite companionable.

I sat him in the kitchen with me

while I prepared dinner.

And what a dinner it was. I took

crisp lettuce, romaine and crinkly endive...

...from my own garden

for my husband's favorite salad.

For this I made a rich, creamy

blue cheese dressing.

Then to prepare roast duck

his favorite way...

...I rub salt and pepper inside,

then brown the duck in its own fat..."

Wait. Please.

Would you mind?

I know she's a wonderful woman...

...a marvelous housekeeper

and a great cook...

...but would you mind reading

something else?

Well, of course not.

How about the new Mayfair?

There's a very funny story in it. I'll get it.

Roast duck.

Hey, Sink?

What do you want now?

You're getting to be a problem child.

What is this old magoo you talk

about that gets you the food?

Oh, that?

Now, look, that nurse you got.

- Yeah?

- She likes you.

Well, the magoo.

- What magoo?

- Oh, now, listen.

Don't you think they like to do

those little extra things...

...for a guy who's in love with them?

But it's got to be convincing. That's

where magoo is different from baloney.

Altogether different.

But just how far do you have to go?

How hungry are you?

That far?

Break a girl's heart that way.

Her heart or your stomach.


What's my nurse's name?



Here we are.

Where were you for so long?

I missed you...


Oh, well, how nice.

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