Grusinskaya: I want to be alone.
Dr. Otternschlag: And what do you do in the Grand Hotel? Eat. Sleep. Loaf around. Flirt a little, dance a little. A hundred doors leading to one hall. No one knows anything about the person next to them. And when you leave, someone occupies your room, lies in your bed... that's the end.
Dr. Otternschlag: When a man's collar is an inch too big for him I know he's ill.
Dr. Otternschlag: Believe me, Mr. Kringelein, a man who is not with a woman is a dead man.
Baron Felix von Geigern: Oh, you're a little stenographess?
Flaemmchen: Yes, I'm a little stenographess.
Baron Felix von Geigern: Fascinating. I don't suppose you'd, uh, take some dictation from me sometime, would you?
Dr. Otternschlag: Grand Hotel... always the same. People come, people go. Nothing ever happens.
Preysing: I don't know much about women. I've been married for 28 years, you know.
