Scotty Cornell: Takes practice to live with a bullet in your heart.

Nicky Grant: One of the farmers offer to share his bale of hay with you?

Molly Louvain: I'm sorry, Doris.

Doris: So's the hangman.

Scotty Cornell: Do you think that double-crossing dame could have given me a phony number?

Molly Louvain: I thought you said you knew your types?

Scotty Cornell: Sure I did, you're the same class - just one of the tinsel girls.

Molly Louvain: What do you mean "tinsel"?

Scotty Cornell: Look swell on a Christmas tree but you can't stand up in the rain.