Jake Kelly: When you get out of jail my grandchildren will be enjoying my Social Security check.
[lights a cigar]
Harry Morgan: It's a government plane!
Sam Blike: Man, that was shore a lu-lu!
Mrs. Mary Hunt: Oh, what a celestial aroma.
Mrs. Mary Hunt: How much is it Quan Li?
Quan Lin: If one must set a price upon that which is beyond price.
Mrs. Mary Hunt: Lan Ying, stop him. When he becomes poetic, the price goes up.
Lan Ying Lin: Then, if we must be prosaic.
Mrs. Mary Hunt: Yes?
Lan Ying Lin: It's two thousand dollars.
Mrs. Mary Hunt: Two thousand dollars?
Quan Lin: If we must be prosaic.
Lan Ying Lin: Are you Mr. Hartman?
Otto Hartman: What do you want with Hartman?
Lan Ying Lin: A job. I'm a dancer.
Otto Hartman: Stand up. Let's have a look at you.
[Lan Ying stands up, turns around]
Otto Hartman: Where'd you come from? Who sent you here?
Lan Ying Lin: I closed in Trinidad three weeks ago. I'm just cruising about the islands.
Otto Hartman: You any good?
Lan Ying Lin: Give me a chance and I'll show you.
Otto Hartman: Olga, here, will show you where to sleep. Tomorrow we'll see what you can do.
Otto Hartman: You don't get any salary, you understand? You get board, lodging and the pickins.
Lan Ying Lin: Pickins?
Otto Hartman: Sure, I give my girls 15% of the money they get the customers to spend.
Lan Ying Lin: I see.
Otto Hartman: The pickins might be pretty good if you and me hit it off all right.
Sam Blike: Why do you all use taxis? Couldn't you ride in a nice, long, shiny red car? With foxtail on the radiator cap? And, me, a-sittin' at the wheel with a coat with brass buttons?
Jake Kelly: Tickle the ceiling you mugs!
Jake Kelly: My me mother forgive me - all them lies.
Captain Gulner: Pretty good with your lingo, ain't you?
Kim Lee: I ought to be.
Captain Gulner: How many other languages do you speak?
Kim Lee: Russian, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese.
Captain Gulner: Let's hear some Roosian.
Kim Lee: Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Epsilon.
Captain Gulner: Is that Roosian?
Kim Lee: Sure.
Otto Hartman: I've been slavin' my life away on this island for 10 years. And what for? What for?
Lan Ying Lin: Money, of course. You're doing a good business.
Otto Hartman: Huh, you think runnin' this joint's my real business?
Lan Ying Lin: Isn't it?
Otto Hartman: No. Listen, baby, people from all over the world try to sneak in through Uncle Sam's back door. And helpin' 'em do it's my business. And believe me, sister, it's some business.
Lil: Ladies and Gents, the boss is about to offer you a *real* treat! Miss Lana Chen, Daughter of Shanghai.
Rita - a Dancer: A four star performance kid. You sure kept the home fires burning.