Gloria: You know, I think Gertie's right. We should have ordered some chop suey.
Chuck Benson: What's a matter, baby? Don't cha like pheasant?
Gloria: No. I like some chop suey.
Chuck Benson: Just pour some ketchup on it. Hey, waiter, bring us some ketchup.
Proprietor Lucy's: Are you going to have a 45 cent or a 65 cent dinner?
David: If you are referring to New Year's Eve, I don't think that that drunk had any right to pick up your garter and wave it around.
Ann: It wasn't my garter. I showed you both of my garters.
David: That was after you'd gone into the ladies room and gotten Julie's garters.
Ann: They were my garters.
David: They were Julie's garters.
Ann: How do you know they were Julie's garters?
David: I know they weren't your garters.
Ann: David, if you want your freedom, I don't want to be the kind of a wife who clings to her husband when she's not wanted.
David: Darling, I do want to be married to you. I love you. I worship you. I am used to you. How do we always get into these things?
Ann: If my only hold on you is that you're used to me?
David: Oh, darling, you've got the whole thing wrong. I don't know what I'd do without you. You are my little girl.
Ann: Now, mother, don't worry. David will do all right by your little girl.
Ann: Eat your soup dear.
David: There's something wrong with that soup.
Ann: It's your imagination.
David: Why doesn't the cat eat the soup?
David: Isn't it a little crowded in here? Couldn't we go someplace where it was - quieter? Maybe a little darker?
Gertie: No, cookie. We'll go to one of them dark, romantic places later. We're eatin' first. You ever been here?
David: Oh, yes, often. That's why I wanted to go some place that was darker.
Gertie: I don't get it.
Store Manager: Miss Krausheimer, we understood you were a single woman. As an aid to to the unemployment crisis, it is our policy not to employ married women.
David: I'd give five bucks to see that cat take a sip of that soup.
Ann: If you had it all to do over again, would you still have married me?
David: Honestly, no.
David: What does Gertrude got to do with camels?
Chuck Benson: She smokes 'em.
