Jim Hardy: For that kinda of money you oughta be able to go by way o' Medicine Hat.
Linda Mason: What would you like?
Danny Reed: Orchids, the finest you've got.
Linda Mason: Corsage?
Danny Reed: No, no. A dozen, loose, looking like they don't care.
Jim Hardy: Lila's back in New York. I got a letter from her yesterday.
Ted Hanover: What happened to her millionaire?
Jim Hardy: Slight mistake there. He didn't own millions, he owed them.
Ted Hanover: Poor girl. Always straying to greener pastures and finding spinach.
Linda Mason: My father was a lot like you, just a man with a family. Never amounted to much, didn't care. But as long as he was alive, we always had plenty to eat and clothes to keep us warm.
Jim Hardy: Were you happy?
Linda Mason: Yes.
Jim Hardy: Then your father was a very successful man.
Jim Hardy: What brings you here on this bright and uninviting day?
Danny Reed: Happy New Year.
Ted Hanover: Oh, don't do that.
Ted Hanover: A gentle smile often breeds a kick in the pants.
Jim Hardy: Right now I've got the ledger in an iron lung.
Jim Hardy: I don't need a coat, now.
Linda Mason: You sound sweet, but you don't make sense.
Dance Extra: What is this the daisy chain?
Ted Hanover: Sorry, we're just looking for the back of a woman we don't know.
Ted Hanover: When a fellow is surprised to hear about his own wedding, brother that's when I go to work with a clear conscience.
Danny Reed: How'd he get that far in five minutes?
Ted Hanover: The lady must have been willing.
Danny Reed: The world can't do this to us.
Ted Hanover: Then I had a drink.
Jim Hardy: A drink? Boy you were fractured.
