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She was never a “love me, I’m a lovable little girl” kind of actress. She always challenged the audience, and that wasn’t the fashion in those days. On the hoof, when people first saw her, they felt something arrogant in her playing. Later, by sheer feeling and skill, she bent them to her will. Of course, her quality of not asking for pity, not caring whether people liked her or not, was ideal for The Philadelphia Story. [Philip] Barry wrote it for her. — George Cukor
Interviewer Maury Z. Levy: Was there one favorite, one special woman who stood out from the rest [that you wanted to work with]?
James Stewart: Greta Garbo. When I was first at MGM, Garbo was the big star and I would have done anything to meet her. I was a big fan. And one time I was working on the stage right next to her and I found out that when she left she would go right from the stage door to her limousine, and nobody would see her. But I got to know the sound man on her set. And he told me he knew just how much time it took her to get from her dressing room on the set to the stage door. “So I’ll give you a call one of these days when we finish,” he told me, “and maybe you’ll be able to run out your door and get to see her before she gets into the limousine.” And, sure enough, a couple days later he called me. He said, “Now hurry and hang up and go out your door because she’s just leaving.” And so I did. I had to go on the dead run to get to the end of the stage. And as I went around the corner to the door, I ran smack into somebody. But I wasn’t going to let that stop me. I just kept running, right out to the door, and as I was about to open it, I stopped and looked back. And there was Greta Garbo all right—flat on her ass. I knocked the poor woman down. I don’t think she’ll ever forget me for that.
The Philadelphia Story (1940)
CONNER: The prettiest sight in this fine pretty world is the privileged class enjoying its privileges.
Top 100 Movies - The Philadelphia Story (1940, dir. George Cukor)
Tracy: I’ve got the shakes.
Mike: It can’t be anything like love, can it?