George Loomis: Let me tell you something. You’re young, you’re in love. Well, I’ll give you a warning. Don’t let it get out of hand, like those falls out there. Up above. . .d’you ever see the river up above the falls? It’s calm, and easy, and you throw in a log, it just floats around. Let it move a little further down and it gets going faster, hits some rocks, and… in a minute it’s in the lower rapids, and. . .nothing in the world – including God himself, I suppose – can keep it from going over the edge. It just – goes.
Polly Cutler: Don’t worry. I’m one of those logs that just hang around in the calm.
Wick Birnam: All right, maybe you’re not a writer. Why don’t you do something else?
Don Birnam: Sure, take a nice job. Public accountant, real estate salesman. I haven’t the guts, Helen. Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. I can’t take quiet desperation.
Helen St. James: But you are a writer. You have every quality for it. Imagination, wit, pity. . .
Prof. Bertram Potts: What are you going to do?
Sugarpuss O’Shea: Come here. I’m going to show you what yum-yum is. Here’s yum. [kisses him] Here’s the other yum. [kisses him again] And here’s yum-yum. [kisses him a third time]
Prof. Bertram Potts: Excuse me.
Sugarpuss O’Shea: Hey, where are you going?