It Happened One Night is a 1934 American Pre-Code romantic comedy film with elements of screwball comedy directed and co-produced by Frank Capra, in collaboration with Harry Cohn, in which a pampered socialite (Claudette Colbert) tries to get out from under her father’s thumb and falls in love with a roguish reporter (Clark Gable). The plot is based on the August 1933 short story “Night Bus” by Samuel Hopkins Adams, which provided the shooting title. One of the last romantic comedies created before the MPAA began enforcing the 1930 production code in 1934, the film was released on February 22, 1934. (The Code! Can you imagine they had a code of what they could and could not do morally speaking?)
Always so close to a kiss! .. and then we never get to see it at the end 😦 I would have liked to have seen them reunite at the end at least! It all falls so nicely, neatly into place as an adorable fuzzy feeling film. The dialogue was saucy and witty which is what I liked best about this movie.
Danker: Oh, I see, young people in love are never hungry.
Peter Warne: Excuse me, lady, but that upon which you sit, is mine.
Ellie Andrews: I beg your pardon!
Peter Warne: Now, listen. I put up a stiff battle for that seat. So if it’s just the same to you – scram.
Ellie Andrews: [ignoring him] Driver! Are these seats reserved?
Bus Driver #1: No. First come, first served.
Ellie Andrews: Thank you.
Peter Warne: Hey driver? These seats accommodate two people, don’t they?
Bus Driver #1: Well, maybe they do – and maybe they don’t.
Peter Warne: Thank you. Move over. This is a “maybe they do.”
Ellie Andrews: That, I suppose, makes everything quite all right?
Peter Warne: Oh this? Well, I like privacy when I retire. Yes, I’m very delicate in that respect. Prying eyes annoy me. Behold the walls of Jericho! Uh, maybe not as thick as the ones that Joshua blew down with his trumpet, but a lot safer. You see, uh, I have no trumpet. Now just to show you my heart’s in the right place, I’ll give you my best pair of pajamas.
[he offers her the pajamas – she ignores them – so he tosses them at her]
Peter Warne: Uh, do you mind joining the Israelites?
[indicates he wants her to go on the other side of the blanket – she doesn’t budge]
Peter Warne: You don’t want to join the Israelites? Alright.
[he begins to undress]
Peter Warne: Perhaps you’re interested in how a man undresses. You know, it’s a funny thing about that. Quite a study in psychology. No two men do it alike. You know, I once knew a man who kept his hat on until he was completely undressed. Yeah, now he made a picture. Years later, his secret came out. He wore a toupee. Yeah. You know, I have a method all my own. If you notice, the coat came first, then the tie, then the shirt. Now, uh, according to Hoyle, after that, the, uh, pants should be next. There’s where I’m different… I go for the shoes next. First the right, then the left. After that it’s, uh, every man for himself.
[he starts to unbuckle his pants and she runs to the other side of the blanket]
Alexander Andrews: Oh, er, do you mind if I ask you a question, frankly? Do you love my daughter?
Peter Warne: Any guy that’d fall in love with your daughter ought to have his head examined.
Alexander Andrews: Now that’s an evasion!
Peter Warne: She picked herself a perfect running mate – King Westley – the pill of the century! What she needs is a guy that’d take a sock at her once a day, whether it’s coming to her or not. If you had half the brains you’re supposed to have, you’d done it yourself, long ago.
Alexander Andrews: Do you love her?
Peter Warne: A normal human being couldn’t live under the same roof with her without going nutty! She’s my idea of nothing!
Alexander Andrews: I asked you a simple question! Do you love her?
Peter Warne: YES! But don’t hold that against me, I’m a little screwy myself!