High Society

Synopsis: C.K. Dexter-Haven, a successful popular jazz musician, lives in a mansion near his ex-wife's Tracy Lord's family estate. She is on the verge of marrying a man blander and safer than Dex, who tries to win Tracy's heart again. Mike Connor, an undercover tabloid reporter, also falls for Tracy while covering the nuptials for Spy magazine. Tracy must choose between the three men as she discovers that "safe" can mean "deadly dull" when it comes to husbands and life.
Director(s): Charles Walters
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
  Nominated for 2 Oscars. Another 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
111 min

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Man, dig that crazy rehearsal hall.

What a powerful pile of rock.

I can't go in there.

Why can't you go in there?

I ain't got my library card.

Dig you.

Are you the musicians?

That's what the man said.

What name shall I say?

Tell Dex old Satchelmouth.

Will you please follow me,

Mr. Satchelmouth?

Wipe your feet, boys. Something

tells me we've got a long walk ahead.

Hey, pops! How's the chops?

Good to see you, boy!

Hey, fellas!

How's everything?

You've been all over

Europe since I saw you.

Go to Sweden?



I was the skol-est cat ever.

I bet you were. Here it is, fellas.

Just lay it out here.

I never thought you lived

in a big house.

Shows what happens when your

grandfather's a robber baron.

You can play football in here.

But can you rehearse?

Is the chandelier tied tight?

If it swings, put a mute in your horn.

Pardon me.

The ladies are waiting in the library.

Vamp a little, will you?

Okay, Dex.

All right.



Hello, Ruth.

Thanks for letting the

musicians rehearse here.

Tickled to death.

You saved the festival.

As long as I can save you.

Hello, Helen.

Save us?

You know you might lose

your billing in the blue book?

Jazz is considered very unchic.

Oh, I'm sure we'll love it.

Let us know if we can help.

I will. Thanks a lot for coming by.

Thank you.

We'll keep in touch.

You bet. Bye.



Hello, Dexter?

This is Caroline.

Hello, beautiful.

Any time now.

Where's Tracy?

I've been yelling for her.

You don't yell, Caroline.

You call a person.

You yell if you're in pain.

Well, this wedding gives me a pain.

I think Tracy was awful

mean to divorce Dexter.

Can I have this?

Oh, and take those presents

over to the other table.

Mother, Tracy's sort of hard, isn't she?

Not hard. None of my children are

that, I hope. The goblets too.

Tracy's just exceptionally


And very wonderful always.

I wish something would

happen around here.

Nothing definitely ever happens here.

Out of the way, angel.

You'll get stepped on.

So far, I've received 24 nut dishes

and 16 silver ice picks.

That should give you an idea of what

people think of your next husband.

Mother, don't you think Caroline's old

enough to go to a good military school?

What's this?

I haven't the faintest idea.

It stinks.

Don't say stinks, darling.

If absolutely necessary, "smells,"

but only if absolutely necessary.

If you put this picture in my

wedding presents once more

I'm going to personally

chain you to your bed.

Why, what is it, dear?

He was handsome.

Don't talk of him as if he were dead.

Well, he is dead to me.

And if that picture turns up once more,

it's going right in the ashcan.

Well, look at this.

Wow. Jewels.

From Father.

Isn't it pretty?

His girlfriend probably turned it down.

That's not fair to your father.

How can you defend him?

A common chorus girl.

She's not a chorus girl.

She's quite a talented ballet dancer.

Isn't it stinking of Tracy

not to invite Father to the wedding?

Yes, Caroline. Just between us,

it's good and stinking.

Me too.

Oh, darling, why don't you

face facts squarely as I did?

We might face the fact that neither

of us has been a great success as a wife.

We both took the only stand a woman

could take and keep her self-respect.

Yes, dear.

The Hammonds.

And now I have my self-respect

and no husband.

Oh, we're both better off. Believe me.

Yes, dear.

And we're both happier.

Yes, dear.

Oh, isn't George an angel?

Yes, George is an angel.

Now, is he handsome, or is he not?

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