Frank Medlin: [He's just arrived home drunk] You know what happened to me today? A very funny thing. I was asleep in a nice, comfortable gutter. I mean, there were no rents to pay, no novels to write, no nothing... But all of a sudden I remembered that I was a man of responsibilities. Ha ha! A man of responsibilities - that's me!
Frank Medlin: You know, sometimes a man goes from wanting too much, to wanting nothing. He ought to do it gradually, or he gets all mixed up.
Frank Medlin: [In his goodbye note] Dear Louise - Our love is dying a tawdry death - my fault - so at midnight I ship out for a new horizon. Good-bye. - Frank
Ned Elliott: Rose, maybe when a man has everything he wants, it's time to die. He waits too long; it's liable to turn sour on him.
Frank Medlin: [Asking the City Editor for a raise] I'm a married man with responsibilities, and all I'm asking you for is enough money to live like a human being.
City Editor: You can't come around here complaining about "hard times" when you smell like a saloon most of the time!
Frank Medlin: Ha! You're a fine one to preach! Why, you've had your nose in a whiskey bottle so long it looks like an old cork!
City Editor: I've had enough out of you, Medlin. You're fired!
Frank Medlin: [Slightly taken aback] Fired?... That's fine. I'll go get myself a decent job, now. Merry Christmas!
Ned Elliott: Good thing we elect a President only once every four years.
Louise Elliott Medlin: [to Grace] But if you love a man, you've got to understand his weaknesses as well as take pride in his strengths. and if you love him, you'll fight for him 'til you know he belongs to another woman.
Frank Medlin: [to Louise] You have a very exciting serenity