Mike Connor: Liz, I know I'm not destiny's dream man but.
Liz Imbrie: Mike, I think I'd better grab you. You're likely to get in trouble one of these days.
Tracy Lord: Oh, it got dark all of a sudden.
Liz Imbrie: You know something professor, I think you dropped a loop.
Tracy Lord: Isn't it a fine day. Is everybody fine? That's fine.
Tracy Lord: Do you like my dress?
Uncle Willie: Oh yes, it's quite beautiful.
Tracy Lord: It's awfully heavy.
Mike Connor: Would you have four footmen bring me a large ashtray.
Liz Imbrie: Mike, be careful what you say. We may be wired for sound.
Mike Connor: Oh Tracy, you're tremendous.
Tracy Lord: It's funny because I feel very small. Put me in your pocket, Mike.
Louis Armstrong: You could play football in this room.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: I know, but can you rehearse?
Louis Armstrong: Is that chandelier tied tight up there?
C. K. Dexter-Haven: If it gets to swinging a little put a mute in your horn.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Hey, skipper, when do we eat?
Tracy Lord: Now.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Boy, you've been at it long enough.
Tracy Lord: It's bride's prerogative.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: It's just I don't like you out of my sight for so long.
Tracy Lord: That's nice.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh Sam you're slipping. That used to terrify me, the withering glance of the goddess.
George Kittredge: I have a feeling you had more to do with this than anybody. You and your whole rotten class.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh class my.
Mike Connor: Grandmother.
Tracy Lord: Oh, I think men are wonderful.
Liz Imbrie: The little dears.
Tracy Lord: My, she was yar.
Mike Connor: She can't be for real.
Liz Imbrie: Who was doing the interviewing?
Mike Connor: You think she was born that way?
Liz Imbrie: Nah. Takes years.
Caroline Lord: Dexter? This is Caroline.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Hello, beautiful.
Caroline Lord: Any time now.
Tracy Lord: Are you learning anything about the idle rich?
Mike Connor: Yeah, they drive too fast. Where are we headed anyway?
Tracy Lord: The graveyard.
Mike Connor: I'm not ready.
Tracy Lord: I thought I'd show you the playground of the rich, the graveyard of the wealthy.
Mike Connor: Well, for that I'm ready.
Tracy Lord: Look everybody, it's Uncle Willy! Wasn't it nice of Uncle Willy to surprise us?
Liz Imbrie: Were you by any chance playing footsie with me at lunch?
Mike Connor: From where I sat?
Liz Imbrie: I didn't think your reach was that good. Seth Lord has a roving eye and foot.
Mike Connor: Hands up.
Tracy Lord: Oh it's you! Go away.
Mike Connor: Where are you going?
Tracy Lord: Some place and dance.
Mike Connor: But they're dancing in there.
Tracy Lord: I know but George is frowning at me and I can't dance when anyone frowns at me.
Tracy Lord: I'm such an unholy mess of a girl.
C. K. Dexter-Haven: Oh, come on, that's not even good conversation, Tracy.
