- Guy Bryson: You look like a - good girl.
- Venice Muir: Oh, do I?
- Guy Bryson: You are a good girl, aren't you?
- Venice Muir: Yes, I'm afraid that may be my trouble.
- Ann Duryea: I'm glad you're here Donnie. I have a bone to pick with you.
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, well, let's pick it over there, under the piano.
- Ann Duryea: Very well.
- Aunt Emma: Well, dear, what does interests young men nowadays?
- Venice Muir: If I knew the answer to that, darling, I wouldn't be sitting here all wrapped up in gloom.
- Mr. Patridge: All the pleasure of dancing with a lovely young lady and none of the hazards.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Mr. Patridge, you can be a little hazardous.
- Party Guest: Who's that girl?
- Donnie Wainwright: Which one?
- Party Guest: The one in white over there, wasting that gorgeous smile on old man Patridge.
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, that's Venice Muir.
- Party Guest: Well, I'm cutting in.
- Donnie Wainwright: Go ahead. She's a nice girl. Nicest girl I know. Old Patridge is her lawyer. You know, custody of her estate. He said he used to take her over his knee and spank her, et cetera.
- Party Guest: Well, he can be her lawyer or trustee, I'll, eh, take the et cetera.
- Donnie Wainwright: She's too gloomy.
- Lola: Oh, she is not. Why, Venice is the sweetest girl here. She has a positively beautiful sense of humor. And, underneath, why, she's really warm - and vibrant - and mysterious.
- Donnie Wainwright: Venice?
- Lola: Yes, Venice. And she isn't shop-worn!
- Lola: Someday a man with a nose for adventure is going to come along - and - discover Venice. And you can just bet that he'll have the most exciting time of any man in New York.
- Venice Muir: Would you like to earn some money?
- Guy Bryson: I'll do anything short of murder.
- Venice Muir: Well, would you work for me?
- Guy Bryson: Well, sure, why not?
- Venice Muir: Well, I know this, eh, funny thing to ask anyone, but, I was wondering, could you be a, sort of, well, eh, sort of, a gigolo?
- Guy Bryson: I spent an hour at the Ritz bar after I left you. Oh, lady, lady, when I left there, a lot of the fellas said that you were simply wonderful! You had everything! Even a very, eh, a very slight past.
- Venice Muir: Past?
- Guy Bryson: Oh, nothing you could put your finger on. But, a lot of the boys will try.
- Venice Muir: Oh, I'll die. I couldn't live up to the past of a midget!
- Guy Bryson: You don't know midgets. Now, I heard of a midget that broke up the home of a heavy weight champ.
- Guy Bryson: We're bound to met some fellas here.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Guy, I'm scared.
- Guy Bryson: Oh, come along. So was Eve and look what a mess she made of Adam.
- Venice Muir: Oh, I know; but, I don't want to make a mess of anyone.
- Guy Bryson: I know, my pet, they never want to.
- Venice Muir: Good night, Guy. You're a perfect gigolo.
- Guy Bryson: When did you get the idea you say good night to a gigolo?
- Venice Muir: Why, what do you mean?
- Guy Bryson: Come along, come along. I want to give you a practical lesson in what used to be called sin.
- Guy Bryson: Good night, Venice. You're swell. Everything's gonna work out all right.
- Venice Muir: Thanks. You are a perfect gigolo. I almost feel like kissing you!
- Guy Bryson: What could I do? I'd have to stand it.
- Venice Muir: [Jokingly] You're horrid!
- Guy Bryson: The trouble with you Argentines is a lack of confidence. That's why you lost the war.
- Carlos Santiagos: What war?
- Guy Bryson: I don't know, any war. What war were you in?
- Donnie Wainwright: Well, I guess the only place I could talk to you would be while you're taking a bath.
- Donnie Wainwright: Say you've got lovely hair. Where did you get it?
- Venice Muir: I've had it for years.
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, why not lay off me till I get my perspective back. And, if you're still interested, we might be - playmates. Well, you won't be lonesome in the meantime.
- Venice Muir: What are you saying?
- Donnie Wainwright: Oh, don't suddenly go innocent on me!
- Guy Bryson: Let's go on a crying drunk. No, no, I can't tonight. I've got to go to the bicycle races.
- Guy Bryson: What do you think about the bicycle races?
- Carlos Santiagos: Bi-cycle races are idiotic.
- Guy Bryson: What's so idiotic about 'em?
- Carlos Santiagos: They don't get any where.
- Guy Bryson: I suppose polo players do?
- Carlos Santiagos: Certainly, to the goal post.
- Guy Bryson: Well, bicycle races get to the finish.
- Carlos Santiagos: The finish is the start.
- Guy Bryson: Well, nevertheless, we're going to the bi-cycle races.
- Venice Muir: I hope we don't meet any more men in here, Guy. My ankle won't stand it!
- Guy Bryson: I'm sorry, Venice.
- Venice Muir: Couldn't you find somewhere else to kick me, for a change?
- Guy Bryson: Well, I could, but it wouldn't be refined.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Guy!
- Venice Muir: We're going to the bicycle races, aren't we?
- Carl: Well, they only started tonight. You have all week to get there.
- Guy Bryson: We may need it.
- Guy Bryson: What am I supposed to do to earn this money?
- Venice Muir: Well, that's a little awkward to explain.
- Guy Bryson: Well, I'll understand. I've read what every young man should know.
- Venice Muir: I haven't.
- Venice Muir: I've simply got to stop talking to myself. I talk to myself so much I'm worn out when I meet people.
- Venice Muir: Oh, Guy, you're so clever. How is it possible for one human being to know so much?
- Guy Bryson: I should know. I've had two wives... shot out from underneath me.