Luke Jordan: You said something about “Ever since you came to New York.” Where do you come from?
Susan Caldwell: Azusa. Azusa, California.
Luke Jordan: Azusa?
Susan Caldwell: It’s kind of a made-up word. Different letters. They put them together. Everything from A to Z. USA. AZUSA.
Luke Jordan: I still don’t get it. What does the USA stand for?
Susan Caldwell: United States of America. Everybody knows that.
Lucky Gagin: I’m gonna cut you in.
Poncho: Cut me in?
Lucky Gagin: Five grand.
Lucky Gagin: Five thousand bucks.
Poncho: You got that much money?
Lucky Gagin: I’m gonna get it.
Poncho: Yeah, lots of people gonna get lots of things, but they don’t.
Walt: You could’ve phoned, it would’ve saved time.
Pete: Yeah, but you can’t collect money on the telephone
Claudia: Nobody means what they say on Thanksgiving, Mom. You know that. That’s what the day’s supposed to be all about, right? Torture.
Adele: That and giving thanks that we don’t have to go through this for another year. Except we do, because those bastards went and put Christmas right in the middle, just to punish us.
Emma Wright: Don’t you even remember the people you meet?
Dr. Michael Joyce: I remember the important ones. The ones I want to remember.
Mary Roberts: Oh, kitty! You better lend me one of your nine lives. You just frightened me out of one of mine.
Dr. Barney Barnes: What is the matter with you these days, Freddi, I simply took it for granted you were going with me. That’s all.
Nurse Frederica ‘Freddi’ Linley: I don’t like being taken for granted.
Evelyn: Things can’t always be the same. Or people.
Sam Wilde: Is somebody meeting you when we get off the ferry?
Helen Brent: No. I’m going to pick up a cab.
Sam Wilde: Swell. We’ll share one.
Helen Brent: I’m afraid not. We go in different directions.
Sam Wilde: That’s where you’re wrong. We’re going in the same direction, you and I.
Barbara Carlin: Keep following the procession.
Cab Driver: Whose funeral is it anyway?
Barbara Carlin: Mine.