Tom Reese: And all that hogwash about horses! The loyalty of the horse! The intelligence of the horse! The intelligence? You know a horse has a brain just about the size of a walnut. They’re mean, they’re treacherous and they’re stupid. There isn’t a horse born that had enough sense to move away from a hot fire. No sensible man loves a horse. He tolerates the filthy animal only because riding is better than walking.
Ginnie Moorehead: Dave, oh Dave, be in love with me. Oh, I love you so much. I never met anybody like you before in my whole life. I want to love you so awful, awful much.
Dave Hirsh: Don’t cry, Ginnie, don’t cry. I’m sorry if I hurt you. Forgive me, I didn’t mean it. I’m terribly sorry.
Ginnie Moorehead: You know, I’d do anything for you, Dave. I’d do anything, ask me!
Scottie: What’s this doohickey?
Midge: It’s a brassiere! You know about those things, you’re a big boy now.
Scottie: I’ve never run across one like that.
Midge: It’s brand new. Revolutionary up-lift: No shoulder straps, no back straps, but it does everything a brassiere should do. Works on the principle of the cantilevered bridge.
Scottie: It does?
Midge: An aircraft engineer down in the peninsula designed it; he worked it out in his spare time.
Scottie: Kind of a hobby, a do-it-yourself kind of thing!