"Clarissa, where can we get a drink?" "Now you're talking--c'mon to my place!"

Mr. Smith Goes to Washington

(1939)

This year, I'm not gonna praise Capra or Stewart or Rains or even Thomas Mitchell (the answer to the trivia question Who appeared in three films nominated for the Best Picture Oscar in the best freakin' year of movies ever?). No, this year I'm singing a love song to the one person I can't imagine not filling the role: the absolutely perfect Jean Arthur. On second thought, I'm not going to sing it--some things should be kept private.