Amy Drexel: Marriage has changed you a lot Evelyn. You used to have plenty of zip and bounce and now you're so - oh, so good and bounceless. Does your husband beat you?

Evelyn Prentice: No, I wish he did. He'd have to be home to do it.

Amy Drexel: Not necessarily. I know gentleman who beat his wife up in a nightclub and she loved it too!

Evelyn Prentice: There's nothing wrong in those letters. They were entirely innocent.

Lawrence Kennard: Then why are you here?

Evelyn Prentice: Because nothing is safe with a man like you.

Lawrence Kennard: That's the most sensible observation you've made to date.

John Prentice: A jury in doubt is a jury in the bag.

Amy Drexel: Hello, Evelyn.

Evelyn Prentice: Hello, darling.

Amy Drexel: Being the little woman about the house?

Evelyn Prentice: Yes.

Evelyn Prentice: Your friend, Chester Wylie, next to you. Besides being a very bad drinker, what is he?

Amy Drexel: Well, he thinks he's an artist. I met him in Paris. He has a studio in Greenwich Village and a shack in Connecticut. The modern school, you know, throw up a lot of lines, it looks like a skyscraper and then tell you its a sleeping dog and adores canned peas. But, in spite of that, I sort of likes him.

Amy Drexel: The last time I mixed a cocktail, four people eloped, the butler did it in a box and a man made love to his wife.

Evelyn Prentice: Oh, then, please do it.

Amy Drexel: Gin and French Vermouth.

Evelyn Prentice: Anything else?

Amy Drexel: Sure! Cognac, Absinthes and a dash of bitters.

Evelyn Prentice: Oh, Amy, you'll kill my guests. You know, these are respectable people.

Evelyn Prentice: I'm sick and tired of the word: law. And everything that goes with it.

Evelyn Prentice: If the guests come and I'm not down, will you take care of them?

Amy Drexel: Say, after one of my cocktails, they won't know whether you're here or not. So, take it easy. Ho-hum.

Amy Drexel: He just asked me if I hadn't noticed a change in the attitude of the French people lately and I merely said that I hadn't. That they're still perpendicular when they're standing and horizontal when they're lying down.

Male Dining Guest: Do you think she'll be convicted?

Female Dining Guest: With her figure and 12 men on the jury? Not a chance!

Amy Drexel: Who was the broad shouldered thrill you were talking to?

Evelyn Prentice: It's a book of poems.

Amy Drexel: Poems in the morning? Darling, it's your liver.

Amy Drexel: A poet - an awful waste of broad shoulders.

Amy Drexel: Oh, now, Evelyn, don't tell me you're not tingling with excitement over the whole thing? A tall, good looking fellow, just dying to meet you. He'll probably write a poem to your eyebrows or something. Oh, you wouldn't be human if you didn't tingle a little bit.

Evelyn Prentice: You're too absurd for words.

Evelyn Prentice: Larry sent them.

Amy Drexel: Larry?

Evelyn Prentice: Mr. Kennard.

Amy Drexel: So it's reached the Larry stage?

Amy Drexel: Say, how often have you seen this bird?

Evelyn Prentice: Let's see, face cream, powder, mascara...

Amy Drexel: Eye shadow, lip rouge, nail polish, bath salts and perfume; but, that still doesn't answer my question. How often have you seen this bird?

Evelyn Prentice: This is his home. He loves me. And I adore him.

Amy Drexel: Say, have you been reading "Romeo and Juliet?"

Amy Drexel: How do you get in such a mess with a creature like that?

John Prentice: Vanity. Someone to tell you have big and wonderful you are.

John Prentice: Well, this is certainly good for the tummy.

Dorothy Prentice: I don't see why I have to do this exercise. My tummy is much flatter than Daddy's.

John Prentice: Well, am I insulted. Evelyn are you bringing up this child to have no respect for his father? Why, my tummy is as flat as a pancake.

Evelyn Prentice: Not a very thin pancake.

John Prentice: That's right! We haven't done the bicycle one yet and we want to do the bicycle one because they have lots of bicycles in Europe!

Lawrence Kennard: What is it they say? Only women and fools write a letter.

John Prentice: Will you tell me why it is that people always look like convicts on those passport photos?

John Prentice: [to Evelyn] Darling, I'll get a nice cocktail. It'll be good for you.

[to Amy]

John Prentice: Can I bring you one?

Amy Drexel: One? Bring up the jug!

Albert - Butler: But the motive? How about the motive? Tell me that.

Charles - Chauffeur: Oh, when a dame wants to plug a guy, she don't need a motive.

John Prentice: Do you think she's guilty?

Albert - Butler: Well, I'm not so sure, sir.

John Prentice: Why?

Albert - Butler: She hasn't the look, sir.

Charles - Chauffeur: She don't sit for the flashlights, Mr. Prentice. Let's 'em shoot her any ole way with her hair messed and nose shiny.

John Prentice: And if she were guilty?

Albert - Butler: Well, don't you think, sir, that she would try to gain the favor of the public by looking pretty and soft and innocent like?

John Prentice: That's a very shrewd observation, Albert.

John Prentice: Less flattery and more cocktails.