Regi: It was lovely of you, but taking taxis when you haven't any money is a little foolish, isn't it?
Ted Drew: Foolish? Why, I had to take a taxi. I couldn't go out in this pouring rain and get my only suit all wet, could I?
Regi: Where's your overcoat?
Ted Drew: Ohhh, spending a little time in the pawnshop...
Regi: Well, why did you pawn your overcoat?
Ted Drew: Why, to pay for the taxi, of course. Dope!
Regi: We're exactly alike.
Ted Drew: No, ha ha, oh no, your hair is much prettier than...
Regi: We are! We're both trying to do the same thing: marry for money.
Ted Drew: Is that what you want to do?
Ted Drew: Oh, no, you're too nice for that.
Regi: Well, I don't want to spend the rest of my life working in a barber shop.
Ted Drew: Well, but to go out in cold blood and deliberately marry somebody for money, that's no good.
Regi: Well, what are you doing?
Ted Drew: Well... Well, it's different for me: I'm a heel!
Regi: Well, did I ever say I wasn't one?
Ted Drew: Oh, father's living abroad. He has an amazing ability for borrowing money from practically total strangers. Unfortunately, that ability isn't hereditary.
Regi: How could the Drews be broke?
Ted Drew: Well, do you remember that thing called the Crash?
Ted Drew: Well, that was us.
Allen Macklyn: When a man's in love with a woman, he shouldn't keep it a secret.
Ted Drew: [Bumps into Regi while playing hopscotch] I'm sorry. I didn't know the lights were against me.
Regi: It's alright.
[looks at him puzzled]
Ted Drew: Hopscotch.
Ted Drew: Mhmm. Indoor Hopscotch. Not up to field and turf hopscotch, but hopscotch never the less.
Ted Drew: Get the idea?
Regi: Yes, I get the idea.
Ted Drew: Want to play?
Regi: No thanks.
[walks toward elevator]
Ted Drew: Well, every man to his own sport.
[keeps hopping, then stops and walks back toward the elevator too]
Ted Drew: You'll be sorry when I am champion!
Ted Drew: Stabbed in the cuticle; what a way to die.
Regi: I wonder what the poor people are doing on a day like this.
Regi: You can't blame me for wanting the things I do. Every woman wants them. Only I say I do.
Allen Macklyn: Some people play golf to pass the time, some go in for tap dancing, some destroy clay pigeons, I have manicures.
Allen Macklyn: I'm still rather embarrassed about meeting people.
Allen Macklyn: Well, frankly, I'm always afraid they'll feel sorry for me.
Regi: What? When you have all this? You just try getting up every morning at seven, then jammed in the subway, then poking at people's cuticles all day, then jammed back in the subway again at night. I don't feel sorry for you, Mister.
Peter: Thank you, Miss. It's a long time since I heard Mr. Macklyn laugh.
Regi: He's got a few laughs coming to him.
Peter: I think so too.
[hands Regi a bill to pay for Mr. Maclyn's manicure]
Regi: Oh, I haven't any change for that.
Peter: You're not supposed to have.
Regi: Well, that's a ten dollar bill?
Peter: I think Mr. Macklyn can afford it.
Regi: I know what love can get you into. I know what it got my mother into. She was young and pretty once. I saw her count pennies and wash and struggle, until she was old and ugly. I heard her nagging my father until he hated to come home. You couldn't blame him. You couldn't blame anything but poverty.
Allen Macklyn: I see.
Regi: Oh, I didn't mean to let my back hair down so far.
Regi: You know, I feel like a chiseler when I take your money. Funny, isn't it? I guess it's because you're the only real friend I've got.
Regi: If when you get back, you care to call me up, I could give you my number. I mean I, I mean I could write it down for you, in case you've forgotten it.
Ted Drew: [drunkenly] Yes, do that. I would love to call you. You see, I get back on the eleventh. I can see you the twelfth. Oh, no, no, no. I'm getting married the twelfth. I can see you the next day, though. Aw, I suppose she'd want a honeymoon. They all want honeymoons. Slaves of fashion, that's what we are. The whole business is a vicious, a vicious, a vicious...
Ted Drew: [on the phone] Helro, please.
Regi: Hello? Isn't this University - 4 - 2 - 2 - 5 - 9?
Ted Drew: A yes, but, eh, Missa Regi, eh, not being at home, please. Coming again, please? Oh, this is Missa Regi's Japanese boy.
Regi: Well, isn't that just dandy. And when did Miss Allen get a Japanese boy?
Ted Drew: Eh, she, eh, winning him last evening in a very fine crap game.
Ted Drew: I can't sleep on a narrow bed.
Regi: Oh, you can't?
Ted Drew: When I was home I always used to sleep on a great, big double bed.
Regi: Well, what would you suggest?
Ted Drew: Well, I could suggest something; but, well, you won't get mad now, will ya?
Regi: Well, what is it?
Ted Drew: Well, would you tuck me in?
Regi: Will you tell me something about your profession? Why is it that all men attempt to dine with a manicurist the minute they sit down? Is it because they are holding hands, more or less?
Vivian Snowden: I think that's a little exaggerated.
Regi: Oh, not from what I hear. Every man I know who has an evening on his hands, says, "I think I'll get a manicure."
Allen Macklyn: You can't run away from love, Regi. It just comes.
Allen Macklyn: Go and wash your funny face. And later on, I may have a proposition to make to you.
Nona: Oh, dear, he frightened me. You know, he's a boy friend of a girl friend of mine.
Ted Drew: Women are nuts.
Regi: Allen! Oh, Allen, you're so right. It is love that counts.
Regi: Well, I'm not going all over town looking for goulash.