Opal: Feeling better?
Sadie McKee: Yes, thanks to you.
Opal: You’re gonna find out about men – – the tripe.
Sadie McKee: No, thanks. Not interested.
Opal: Swell. They come to my dump to get taken, see? And if you’re smart you — [to woman on subway] Am I talking loud enough?
Sadie McKee: I’m kind of sick of men.
Opal: Oh, you’re crazy. They’ve got what we want, all of it. And every gal has her price. Yours ought to be high. [to woman on subway] Every gal has her price. I don’t know what got, but you sure gyped somebody.
Marian Martin: You don’t own me. Nobody does. My life belongs to me.
Al Manning: You’ll make one fine mess of it.
Marian Martin: It’ll still belong to me.
Marian’s mother: Don’t, Marian, you frighten me when you talk like that.
Marian Martin: If I were a man it wouldn’t frighten you! You’d think it was right for me to go out and get anything I could out of life, and use anything I had to get it. Why should men be so different? All they’ve got are their brains and they’re not afraid to use them. Well neither am I!