George: Why don’t you tell them the truth! Why don’t you tell them we’re a million miles from civilization with no chance of getting out of here alive. It’s slow starvation, that’s what it is! A slow horrible death!
Gloria: [Hysterical laughter] Well, that’s perfect. Just perfect. What a kick I’m going to get out of this. A year ago, a doctor gave me six months to live — that was a year ago! I’m already six months to the good. I’m on velvet! I haven’t got a thing to lose! But you, you the noble animals of the human race, what a kick I’m going to get out of watching you squirm for a change! What a kick! [Hysterical laughter]
Grandpa Martin Vanderhoff: I used to be just like you. Then one morning I was going up in the elevator and it struck me that I wasn’t having any fun. So I came right down and I never went back. That was thirty-five years ago.
Anthony P. Kirby: [sarcastic] Admirable. And you haven’t done a thing since, huh?
Grandpa Martin Vanderhoff: Oh, yes, yes. Just the things I want to do. Collected stamps, went to the zoo when I got the notion, took up the harmonica and even found time to notice when Spring came around.
Anthony P. Kirby: [sarcastic] This would be a fine country if we all spent our time at the zoo and played the harmonica.
Grandpa Martin Vanderhoff: You used to play one yourself; Tony said so. Maybe you ought to take it up again. Maybe it’ll stop you trying to be so desperate about making more money than you can ever use. You can’t take it with you, Mr. Kirby. So what good is it? As near as I can see, the only thing you can take with you is the love of your friends.
Ellie Andrews: That, I suppose, makes everything quite all right?
Peter Warne: Oh this? Well, I like privacy when I retire. Yes, I’m very delicate in that respect. Prying eyes annoy me. Behold the walls of Jericho! Uh, maybe not as thick as the ones that Joshua blew down with his trumpet, but a lot safer. You see, uh, I have no trumpet.