Dr. Sanderson: It sounds funny, but I'll miss this place. I guess I'll miss a lot of things around here.
Miss Kelly: You will?
Dr. Sanderson: You won't laugh?
Miss Kelly: Of course not.
Dr. Sanderson: You know how it is working around people day after day. You sort of get attached to them.
Miss Kelly: I know, Lyman.
Dr. Sanderson: It may be ridiculous, but I'm gonna miss every one of the psychos, and the neuros, and the schizos in the place.
Judge Gaffney: Minninger! You failed.
Mr. Minninger: I didn't fail, Judge. I haven't even tried yet.
Mrs. Ethel Chauvenet: Is, is that Mrs. Frank Cummings? Doesn't she look ghastly, I thought she was dead. I must get a closer look.
The Taxi Driver: Not after this. He's going to come out of there a perfectly normal human being, and you know what stinkers they are.
Elwood P. Dowd: Here, let me give you one of my cards. Now if you should ever want to call me, call me at this number. Don't call me at that one, that's the old one.
Veta Louise Simmons: As I was going down to the taxi cab to get Elwood's things, this awful man stepped out. He was a white slaver, I know he was. He was wearing one of those white suits, that's how they advertise.
Wilson: Any of your patients been acting up, Kelly?
Miss Kelly: Everything's just peachy.
Mr. Cracker, the Bartender: Now, what can I do for you Mr. Dowd?
Elwood P. Dowd: What did you have in mind?
Mr. Cracker, the Bartender: What's your order?
Elwood P. Dowd: Eh, two martinis.
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood?
Veta Louise Simmons: Oh good! Nobody here but people.
Elwood P. Dowd: So far, I haven't been able to think of any place I'd rather be. I always have a wonderful time - wherever I am, whomever I'm with. I'm having a fine time, right here.
Mrs. Hazel Chumley: Is there something I can do for you?
Elwood P. Dowd: What did you have in mind?
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Mother, why did grandmother leave all of her property to Uncle Elwood?
Veta Louise Simmons: I suppose it was because she died in his arms. People are sentimental about things like that.
Wilson: You know, if we grab your uncle, you'll probably be coming out to the sanatorium on visitin' days.
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, really? I don't know, I.
Wilson: Well, if you do, I'll be there.
Myrtle Mae Simmons: You will?
Wilson: If you don't see me right away, stick around for a little while, I'll show up.
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, why can't we live like other people.
Veta Louise Simmons: Myrtle Mae, do I have to keep reminding you? Your Uncle Elwood is not living with us, we're living with him.
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Living with him and his pal.
Veta Louise Simmons: You promised.
Myrtle Mae Simmons: His pal Harvey.
Veta Louise Simmons: You said that name! You promised you wouldn't say that name and you said it.
Elwood P. Dowd: Oh, you can't miss him Mrs. Chumley. He's a Pooka.
Mrs. Hazel Chumley: A Pooka? Is that something new?
Elwood P. Dowd: No. No, as I understand it that's something very old.
Dr. Sanderson: You know, people are people no matter were you go.
Elwood P. Dowd: That is very often the case.
Elwood P. Dowd: You see, science has overcome time and space. Well, Harvey has overcome, not only time and space, but any objections.
Elwood P. Dowd: "A diviner grace has never brightened this enchanting face." It's Ovid's fifth elegy. Ovid's always been my favorite poet. My dear, you'll never look lovelier.
Veta Louise Simmons: I took a course in art last winter. I learnt the difference between a fine oil painting, and a mechanical thing, like a photograph. The photograph shows only the reality. The painting shows not only the reality, but the dream behind it. It's our dreams, doctor, that carry us on. They separate us from the beasts. I wouldn't want to go on living if I thought it was all just eating, and sleeping, and taking my clothes off, I mean putting them on.
