George: Nice girls aren’t supposed to take jewelry from strange men.
Dorothy: He’s not a strange man.
Al Wallace: Honey, no matter what you do, you’re the only dame for me. You’re a bad habit I can’t cure, even if I wanted to.
Lucky Brandon: Don’y you think you’re going overboard? Not that I object to buying a drink, but that stuff isn’t exactly a tonic.
Larry Craig: A guy doesn’t live forever.
Lucky Brandon: What are you celebrating, a long life or an early death?
Larry Craig: Don’y you worry about me, Lucky. I can handle my liquor.
Lucky Brandon: Yeah, looks like it.
Larry Craig: Just as good as you can handle your women.
Lucky Brandon: I don’t mix my women with Scotch.
Clarence Doolittle: She’s wonderful. She’s just about the loveliest. . .Only, you know something? I can never talk to her. I can never talk to girls at all. I never know what to say.
The Girl From Brooklyn: What’s the matter with you? You’re talking to me, ain’t you?
Clarence Doolittle: Oh, you. . .Oh, I mean. . .I mean, you’re different. You’re from Brooklyn.
Ruth Condomine: If I died, I wonder how long it would be before you married again.
Charles Condomine: You won’t die. You’re not the dying sort.
Ruth Condomine: Neither was Elvira.
Charles Condomine: She was, now l come to think of it. She had a certain ethereal quality. Nobody could call you even remotely ethereal.
Ruth Condomine: Nonsense. She was of the earth, earthy.
Charles Condomine: Yes, well, she is now, anyhow.
Ruth Condomine: That’s the kind of observation that shocks people.
Charles Condomine: Discouraging to think how many are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.
Ruth Condomine: Write that down. You might forget it.