
Torquil MacNeil: She wouldn't see a pound note from one pensions day to another.
Joan Webster: People around here are very poor I suppose.
Torquil MacNeil: Not poor, they just haven't got money.
Joan Webster: It's the same thing.
Torquil MacNeil: Oh no, it's something quite different.

Elvira Condomine: Get me to bed, Charles. Then we can talk in peace.
Charles Condomine: A thoroughly immoral suggestion. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

John Simpson: Cosgrave! Must you pace up and down like a monkey in a ruddy cage?
Alan Cosgrave: I fail to see how what I do can concern you!
Bruce Alastair: Simpson! Cosgrave! Cannot we behave like Good Comrades?
John Simpson: Doesn't anything ever get on your nerves, Alistair?
Bruce Alastair: Oh dear me, no. I have no nerves.

Margy Frake: Speaking of affairs, Eleanor's on the phone.
Wayne Frake: Christmas, why didn't you say so.

The Little Man from the Draft Board: Good heavens. That was quite an explosion. Are you hurt, son?
Daffy Duck: Oh, I'm a little shaken up, but you should've seen what happened to that dope from the draft board. He was blown to smithereens, see? Smithereens.
The Little Man from the Draft Board: Well, now, I.
Daffy Duck: No! No! You wouldn't say that! It's you! It's you.

Lt. Schill: It is a good feeling for a soldier if he knows that a girl is crying for him.

Mark Williams: Why didn't you join the Navy?
Capt. Nelson: I can walk better than I can swim, brother.

Charlie Chan: Murder know no law of relativity.

Julie Adams: What if this show is a flop?
George Gershwin: We'll do others. I haven't got time for flops.

Charlie Chan: So many fish in fish market, even flower smell same. Much confusion.

Laura Jesson: Isn't it awful about people meaning to be kind?

Oliver Bradford: Well, apparently you don't complain.
Major John Hillgrove: You haven't given me a chance.