Bake Baker: Sherry tells me you're leaving. Well, that's probably the wisest thing to do. Run away! All this stuff about fighting for your man and all that makes things so complicated. Now, if all girls would just give up and run back to Bellport, then we'd definitely see the end of family life, little Junior would remain just an idea, and every man would burn his own toast. I thank you.
Bake Baker: Let's kiss and make up.
Sherry Martin: No, let's just make up. That'll give you something to work for.
Bilge Smith: Boy, I hope I pick something good this time. I'm always getting school teachers.
Bake Baker: Why not? You've got a lot to learn yet.
Bake Baker: Gosh, you're glad to see me.
Sherry Martin: Men haven't x-ray eyes. Though, sometimes, I wonder.
Sherry Martin: Honey, why don't you admit it, you're lonesome. Some men aren't half bad.
Connie Martin: I don't know why? I just seem to frighten them away.
Sherry Martin: You look too darn intelligent. You know, it isn't that gentlemen really prefer blondes, it's just that we look dumber.
Sherry Martin: Look, why don't you let me try to fix you up? You'll be amazed how much better it will make you feel.
Connie Martin: Even though I'm not a blonde, I could be dumb, couldn't I?
Sherry Martin: And you'll probably do all right too. It takes a lot of brains to be dumb.
