Mary Grey: I guess rich people are just poor people with money.
Minnesota's girlfriend: Why don't you give your boyfriend a liver pill?
Mary Grey: Why don't you button up your lip?
Mary Grey: Age doesn't matter when the real thing comes along.
Mary Grey: If you're a fool enough to spend it, I'm smart enough to help you.
Mr. Borden: [Looking at the loud tie his secretary has given him for his birthday] Well, that's one bright spot on a gloomy day.
Mary Grey: [to Borden] If I stay in this house any longer, you're not going to have any family, and I'm not going to have any sanity.
Mr. Borden: Higgins, I wonder why people work as hard as they do and for what?
Higgins: To be frank, sir, we servants enjoy the luxuries of the rich and have none of the responsibilities.
Seal Expert: [At the Central Park Zoo] Don't get them seals wrong, lady. They have more intelligence than most of the carnivorous, except the dog.
Mary Grey: That so?
Mr. Borden: Anyhow, they seem to be having a nice time.
Mary Grey: I can't imagine it would be much fun, swimming around all day in a fur coat.
Seal Expert: That's were you're wrong again, lady. These ain't fur seals at all.
Mary Grey: They ain't?
Mary Grey: [Sitting a on park bench in Central Park] You sound like one of them Fifth Avenue cadavers.
Mr. Borden: Fifth Avenue what?
Mary Grey: Those people that live over there...
Mr. Borden: How do they sound.
Mary Grey: Oh, they're always squawking. You'd think the country was going to the dogs.
Mr. Borden: Well, they've got their problems too.
Mary Grey: What problems? I used to stand at the Plaza at night and watch them go home. They look like a lot of wax dummies that have eaten an overdose of sour pickles.
Mr. Borden: We could go some place and eat.
Mary Grey: Where?
Mr. Borden: Well, there's the Flamingo Club.
Mary Grey: The Flamingo? You mean that very elegant cafe over on...
Mr. Borden: Well, people must have a wonderful time there, it costs so much... I mean it. I'd love to go.
Mary Grey: So would I. But, I'd just as soon go to the automat and keep the change.
Mary Grey: [Sipping champagne] Every time I drink a sip of this, its just like drinking six pairs of silk stockings.
Mary Grey: Say, you, lay off the government.
Mrs. Borden: Why, the situation is intolerable! I can't stay here another minute. I'm going to a hotel at once.
Tim Borden: That will be swell and there'll be a nice little item in tomorrow's paper asking what Fifth Avenue matron has been run out of her home by what young blonde.
Mrs. Borden: I'm not a matron!
Tim Borden: You can't run out on us. Suppose she marries father?
Katherine Borden: What's wrong with that? She's young and pretty.
Mrs. Borden: Are you implying that I'm old and ugly!
Mary Grey: The other fella's pasture always looks greener.
Mary Grey: Everybody to his own poison.
Mr. Borden: It's like having an old car, one you've got used to. You can either junk it or try to salvage it.
Mary Grey: You're still in love with your wife, aren't you.
Mr. Borden: Well, no. But, you see, after a certain time, when love goes away, something else is left in its place which is even more important.
Katherine Borden: Why shouldn't younger people marry older people? Fat people marry thin people. Tall people marry short people.
Mike: You're blaming me?
Mary Grey: I'm blaming you for being a dope! You're in love and you haven't enough spunk to fight for the thing you want.
Mike: I won't listen to such nonsense.
Mary Grey: You try to make everyone else unhappy. You try to make people believe things you don't even believe yourself.
Mike: So! You know all about me.
Mary Grey: You're like a pane of glass to me, brother. You haven't the courage to be a capitalist yourself so you try to drag everybody else down to where you are.
Mike: You're a capitalistic pawn.
Mary Grey: I'm a what?
Mike: You're a renegade to your class!
Mary Grey: You can't talk to me that way and get away with it!
Mary Grey: Oh, Higgins, you better get down to the kitchen. There's a revolution or something going on down there.
Mary Grey: Come on over here and sit down - so I can really get at this thing.
Mr. Borden: You sure I'm not keeping you from an engagement?
Mrs. Borden: No. I was going to stay home tonight.
Mr. Borden: You're all dressed up.
Mrs. Borden: What? This? It's just a little informal thing I wear around.
Mr. Borden: Well, it's very pretty.
Mrs. Borden: It, eh, shows off my figure, doesn't it?
Mr. Borden: It shows a lot of it, if that's what you mean.
Mike: I shall never forget my proletariat beginnings! Come on, babe.
Higgins: Aren't you feeling well, sir?
Mr. Borden: I guess I'm all right.
Higgins: Perhaps its a touch of spring fever.
Mr. Borden: Perhaps.
Higgins: I felt it myself this afternoon, just walking in the park.
Mr. Borden: What park?
Higgins: Central Park, sir.
Mr. Borden: Oh, yes, I forgot it was there.
Tim Borden: I don't know anything about pumps!
Tim Borden: We could have a girl show in the living room. That should keep him in at night.
Mary Grey: I'm not a very good faker. When I do things, I want to mean it.
Hobo in Park: Hey, how about a dime for a cup of coffee, lady?
Katherine Borden: Why you little blonde hussy!
Mrs. Borden: Well, the young people today are very irresponsible.
Mr. Borden: I guess there's no fool, like an old fool.
Mrs. Borden: All modern women have escorts. You know these horrible newspapers ruin more marriages than I care to mention.