Albert Van Maaster: What shall it be sir?
Henry Taggart: Black coffee.
Albert Van Maaster: And?
Henry Taggart: And hurry!
Albert Van Maaster: What about your lunch?
Henry Taggart: What about my coffee?
Albert Van Maaster: Well, coffee’s no lunch! Coffee contains no calories, no nourishment. . .
Henry Taggart: That’s right, and I want a large cup of it!
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.