Kitty Lennihan: Did somebody ask you to sniff a little white powder?
Kitty Lennihan: Oh, gee, Eadie, doesn't this tropical air melt you down at all?
Eadie Chapman: Sure it does. I'm human.
Kitty Lennihan: Then, why don't we take one day off and have some fun?
Eadie Chapman: 'Cause we're gonna be ladies.
Kitty Lennihan: Aw, I'm no lady! I'm just an old-fashioned home girl - like Mae West.
T.R. Paige: What is this, blackmail?
Eadie Chapman: Why, Mr. Paige, it's about Mr. Cousins. I only wanted to thank you for keeping my name out of the papers.
T.R. Paige: Oh, is that so? All that publicity might have gotten you ahead.
Eadie Chapman: Oh, but I don't want to get ahead. Not in show business.
T.R. Paige: Oh, you don't?
Eadie Chapman: No. A few years in the spotlight, if you make it, and when that's over you're nothing but a has-been for the rest of your life.
T.R. Paige: Oh, where did you pick up all this philosophy?
Eadie Chapman: Being poor and going hungry.
Eadie Chapman: I like him and he's got plenty of dough.
T.R. Paige Jr.: It isn't the money that counts. It's being together with somebody you can be crazy about. You think life with some moth-eaten millionaire'll be anything like the fun you and I could have?
Eadie Chapman: I told you I'm not out for fun.
T.R. Paige: [Showing her the magnificent ballroom in his mansion] That chair... sat in by Napoleon. Those chandeliers were lit up by Louis XVI.
[Pointing to a chaise]
T.R. Paige: Lulled in by DuBarry.
Eadie Chapman: You know this place is big enough for a six-day bicycle race.
T.R. Paige: [laughs] Very clever.
Eadie Chapman: Oh, let me go. Tom, you can't do this to me!
T.R. Paige Jr.: Hey, listen, that gag of yours about being a good girl... that isn't on the level, is it?
Eadie Chapman: [Teary-eyed] Yes. Yes, it is.
T.R. Paige Jr.: Why, Eadie... I...
Eadie Chapman: I love you so much, Tom. You can make me cheap and common like a million others; but, gee, I wish you wouldn't.
Eadie Chapman: I'm gonna be somebody!
Kitty Lennihan: You bet you are! Why, you'll have your name in lights up on Broadway and...
Eadie Chapman: Oh, no, I won't. I don't kid myself. I know my singing and dancing won't get me anywhere. I'm gonna get married!
Kitty Lennihan: Married?
Eadie Chapman: Yes and I'm gonna marry somebody that is somebody.
Eadie Chapman: Mr. Paige, I've done a lot of thinking and ever since I was a kid I've always known there was only one right thing for any girl to do. And that's get married!
Eadie Chapman: Kitty! It costs me eighty-seven fifty to bring you down here as my chaperone and chaperone's don't go for doorman, understand?
Eadie Chapman: A lot of guys think they can buy you for a good meal - but, it's all the same thing. I been in spots like this before and I can take care of myself.
T.R. Paige Jr.: Go ahead, honey, and get it off your chest.
Eadie Chapman: You've had everything all your life! You've been all over the world. You pal around with the best people, but, there's one thing you haven't learned yet!
T.R. Paige Jr.: What's that?
Eadie Chapman: That other people have feelings too. I haven't had any education. All right! I look like a hotsy-totsy. All right! Nobody cared two hoots whether I amount to anything or not! All right! But I care!
T.R. Paige Jr.: Gee, you're swell.
Eadie Chapman: Yeah, but not swell enough to marry. Now, open that door!
T.R. Paige Jr.: Eadie grew up in joints. She earned her living in second-rate nightclubs. And she came through the whole thing - clean!
T.R. Paige: [Lifting a glass at a banquet in his honor] Ladies and gentleman... I give you a toast. To understanding, to tolerance, to mutual consideration, to honor mellowed by generosity, to peace among all the nations of the earth.
Eadie Chapman: Nobody ever believes I have ideals; but, I have and I'll show 'em I have.
Kitty Lennihan: Boy, take us right to the beach and am I going to make that old ocean sizzle!
Palm Beach Bicycle Cabby: Here you is, ladies.
Eadie Chapman: Boy, you may wait.
Eadie Chapman: Mr. Paige! I don't even know this young man! I never saw him until today. He came out here without an invitation and made himself obnoxious. He's a vulgar vulgarian!
T.R. Paige Jr.: Every day for the last two weeks, you've given me the come-on and every night you bring on the frost.
Charlie Turner: [Dropping in on T.R. and Eadie] Well, well, I've been looking all over Palm Beach for you. Mind if I join you?
T.R. Paige Jr.: Yes, we want to be alone.
Charlie Turner: [Sits down at their table] Well, I don't blame you! Prettiest girl in Palm Beach. You ought to see her in a bathing suit!
Charlie Turner: I've got to go to Washington tonight with your Dad.
T.R. Paige Jr.: Dad's going to Washington?
Charlie Turner: Sure. Don't you know?
T.R. Paige Jr.: Know what?
Charlie Turner: Well, the big shots that have been hovering around here.
Charlie Turner: He doesn't know that T.R. may head the American delegation to the new Disarmament Conference.
T.R. Paige Jr.: Great scott, are they pulling another one of those?
Charlie Turner: Another one? Your Dad thinks he's the biggest thing since Benjamin Franklin!
T.R. Paige: Do you know how often I've seen you since you picked up that - blonde chiseler? Just twice. What do you mean by bringing a platinum cutie like that into a respectable club like this?
Charlie Turner: Wait till you get back to New York, Eadie, I'll show you some speed!
T.R. Paige Jr.: You're driving me cuckoo!
T.R. Paige: You can pick things like her up on any street corner.
T.R. Paige: You really think she could make the grade?
T.R. Paige: I'm going to put that scheming little gold digger, that hooked my son, just where she belongs.
Kitty Lennihan: Oh, you'll get over Tom Paige. Why, I've been that way about a million guys.
Kitty Lennihan: Treat her right, Tom. You're going after the only thing in life that's worth a dime: home and kiddies.
Eadie Chapman: I'm not afraid, not as long as I have you.